Chapter 592 - Committed

 During my regular chat with my helpful clinical psychologist last Wednesday I committed to calling our state PD group on Friday for an appointment to speak to their counsellor. Naturally, by Friday morning I was feeling much brighter (although that was to change) and without having told someone I am sure my procrastination bias would have had me postpone my perceived need. As it was, I chatted with the PD nurse with whom I have spoken on other occasions and felt better for it. They will call this coming week to make a Zoom appointment time, which is sure to clash with our local Carers' Group Zoom meeting at 1400 on Thursday (I don't intend to be at the physical meeting  on Wednesday when the geriatrician, who she refuses to see now, will speak) or a MUST ATTEND zoom meeting "Coming to terms with Parkinson's Disease Progression" from our state PD group.

Looking back at my 5 A5 pages of notes for Friday reminds me I had helped her back to bed after breakfast before the carer from Wild Dog arrived. I was prepared to shower her later in the morning but she decided to have the carer do it once she woke. I was pleased she decided that because it really was  a two man job. Shortly after 1000 she asked to return to bed where she remained until about 1200; during this period I rang the state PD group. I also rang our local optometrist to postpone the appointment I had made for that afternoon during my 3 hour respite period. So I visited the local library to set up new accounts so that I can use online audio books from there rather than buying them for her from Kobo and on the way back home I popped into the garden centre to buy another pot for one of her succulents. I returned home to find her wanting to return to bed. Then I gave the carer an early mark from looking after her.

I took her to the doctor on Tuesday 6th April because her stoma was not looking any better after finishing the last course of antibiotics. Amoxicillin was prescribed and commenced the following day. That course finishes to day and I tell myself the stoma looks slightly better.

This is enough, I am not up to writing any more.