Mum's wheelchair wasn't delivered. Will be on the phone tomorrow morning...
Mid-morning the docs told mum she would be released this very day.
Mid-afternoon they'd changed their minds. Words failed me.
Mum got very upset indeed.
Managed even to upset me!
Where was I she asked.
On my way I said.
Not good enough.
I should have been there to sort things out to talk to the nurse who said mum could leave today. Find her mum said and find out when I'm leaving.....
My gentle reassurances fell on stony ground. Nothing I said cut through her desperation. So I walked out and sat in in the relatives room. For five minutes.
My wrist is swollen. Some kind of reaction I suppose. Probably due to stress and mum's vitriolic attack on me. I felt, for the first time, like running away and leaving it to the doctors to re-home her.
My hair got wet faffing around in the car park. I hated my lipstick. Pink? Why did I choose pink? I love red. Mind a bit burnt out I supposed. I wanted comfort., that was for sure. So drove to Henry Higgins in Southend for rock and chips.
Fish finished I....
puddled my way to Boots to buy a new foundation cream. Cameo by Maybelline. Haven't tried it yet but I'm sure it'll be fine. Dewy, creamy and as light and fair as a ghost. I loathe heavy make-up, just enough is needed to even out my complexion, and make it look and feel good enough to be kissed and wondered about.
Mr H. isn't home yet. Time 22:49. "Won't be home till 2 at earliest" he moaned into my ear. Something about tech failures or something.
I said nothing words failing me yet again.
So now I fly most willingly to bed leaving behind a stinker of a day but in my handbag a small glass pot of natural beauty:)
Thank you Maybelline:)
Thursday, 7 June 2012
Euro 2012 It's Putting Puff In Me Pastry!
1 Day To Go...
(For footie fans...there's a link to UEFA in my sidebar)>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
My head and soul, although in tatters over the fact that I'll probably be out of the house when England face France on the 11th, is relishing the prospect of watching heaps of exciting footie.Sometime. Somewhere. Some chance...
Mother allowing!
I intend to bake apple pasties and whoopie pies for the great occasion and all and sundry are kind of invited to chill out with me and the football ....................No funny business just fellow sports lovers hanging out in the drawing room of me bungalow....sharing bacon and trivia........but not after a day like I had yesterday.
Whoa cowboy!
Major talks with nursies of all sorts, information overload, mum being extra talkative with me but saying zilch to others.
I actually had, for the first time since all this hullaballoo began....a headache of nuclear proportions. Started when I nastily extricated myself from mother's bedside and took cover in the relatives room...Boom boom...the hammer inside my head went. Thought my brain was boiling. Half expected to be found by a couple of Domestics spread out on the floor of the little escape room...
Still, I had a ham sandwich so I wasn't that dying.
Lol!
I took a blanketted mum out again for a ride-along, stopping at Smith's for papers and a small nook where two over painted ladeeeeez were selling home made jewellry.
I pushed mum as close to the tables as possible without bringing them down so she could hold and admire the quite lovely trinkets.
She chose a silvery diamonique watch for herself and for me, a faux pearl bracelet.
Mum's watch was a tad too loose on account of her skinny wrists but later on in the evening, my mate Reg soon had that little prob sorted.
What WOULD we do without the kindness and intervention of the able-bodied.
Went to bed VERY late last night, even forgetting to remove my GENUINE pearl necklace. It felt very warm and moist on waking.
Ok so on to today.
Mother.
That's it.
Will/Must try to relax tonight by....
stoking my boiler with ham and rejuvenating my parched brain cells with a massive inhalation of Clint Eastwood.
Now I must fly.........................
X
(For footie fans...there's a link to UEFA in my sidebar)>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
My head and soul, although in tatters over the fact that I'll probably be out of the house when England face France on the 11th, is relishing the prospect of watching heaps of exciting footie.Sometime. Somewhere. Some chance...
Mother allowing!
I intend to bake apple pasties and whoopie pies for the great occasion and all and sundry are kind of invited to chill out with me and the football ....................No funny business just fellow sports lovers hanging out in the drawing room of me bungalow....sharing bacon and trivia........but not after a day like I had yesterday.
Whoa cowboy!
Major talks with nursies of all sorts, information overload, mum being extra talkative with me but saying zilch to others.
I actually had, for the first time since all this hullaballoo began....a headache of nuclear proportions. Started when I nastily extricated myself from mother's bedside and took cover in the relatives room...Boom boom...the hammer inside my head went. Thought my brain was boiling. Half expected to be found by a couple of Domestics spread out on the floor of the little escape room...
Still, I had a ham sandwich so I wasn't that dying.
Lol!
I took a blanketted mum out again for a ride-along, stopping at Smith's for papers and a small nook where two over painted ladeeeeez were selling home made jewellry.
I pushed mum as close to the tables as possible without bringing them down so she could hold and admire the quite lovely trinkets.
She chose a silvery diamonique watch for herself and for me, a faux pearl bracelet.
Mum's watch was a tad too loose on account of her skinny wrists but later on in the evening, my mate Reg soon had that little prob sorted.
What WOULD we do without the kindness and intervention of the able-bodied.
Went to bed VERY late last night, even forgetting to remove my GENUINE pearl necklace. It felt very warm and moist on waking.
Ok so on to today.
Mother.
That's it.
Will/Must try to relax tonight by....
stoking my boiler with ham and rejuvenating my parched brain cells with a massive inhalation of Clint Eastwood.
Now I must fly.........................
X
Wednesday, 6 June 2012
Just The Good News
Yesterday afternoon took mum for a wicked spin around the hospital grounds in a borrowed wheelchair.
I ran. She held on. It felt good laughing with her.
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I found a room where patient's relatives can hang out 24/7. I spent some time in there last night drinking coffee, eating custard creams and flicking through the dvd collection. The hospital care not only for the physically sick but for the worriers too. I'll be chilling out in there again today, tonight, and to save costs take a couple of sandwiches and possibly a microwaveable hot pot!
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Early this morning....De-tangled some red flowers which were being strangled by a mess of sticky weeds. Couldn't bare the thought of flowers being crippled.
Re-filled feeders, saw two robins, one sparrow.
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Two days to the start of Euro2012...
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That's about it, now I do stuff:)
I ran. She held on. It felt good laughing with her.
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I found a room where patient's relatives can hang out 24/7. I spent some time in there last night drinking coffee, eating custard creams and flicking through the dvd collection. The hospital care not only for the physically sick but for the worriers too. I'll be chilling out in there again today, tonight, and to save costs take a couple of sandwiches and possibly a microwaveable hot pot!
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Early this morning....De-tangled some red flowers which were being strangled by a mess of sticky weeds. Couldn't bare the thought of flowers being crippled.
Re-filled feeders, saw two robins, one sparrow.
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Two days to the start of Euro2012...
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That's about it, now I do stuff:)
Tuesday, 5 June 2012
Up early which was miraculous considering I didn't do sleepybyes till midnight!
But no room for sulkiness because groceries were needed asap so on with some odd clothes and off to Sainsburys...
Food accumulated then off to the end till to shaven headed Jill.
Natter chatter...Weather, Queen, my Handbag, her earrings, then shoving trolley up escalator to windy wonderful almost empty car park.
Home. But not before speaking with shop walker/broom handler Ian. Hater of football lover of bagpipes. I adore the man but bagpipes....Oh dear. We parted in a blowy fashion, me promising not to hold his bagpipes against him, he mocking my love for Roy Hodgson.
Zoomed orf back to a yelling cat and Niramish making.
After packing cupboards and fridge I dashed orf a *Niramish for tonight's tea, had to make it on account of not being able to make it later. Mother taking up 99% of my time.
She phoned early his morning saying she was cheesed off and would I take her a smoked salmon roll... Yes yes of course, be there later....Now let me pull me tights up and down a bowl of rather disappointing porridge:(
Anyway Niramish made, now must rustle up something for luncheon, probably Eggs Benedict not an official pukka Eggs Benedict because I don't have about my person a couple of Muffins. So slices of Warburtons will have to do.
Then, quick powder of nose, reapplication of Firecracker lippy and off to hospital with salmon in me bag!
Any help either emotional or practical would be most welcome.
Think Hug or Washing Up:)
*Niramish is a vegetable curry. I've added a can of coconut milk and cauliflower, no real rules just drop in what you have. Fresh ginger. Garlic of course. Toms. Carrots. Red onions. Mushrooms. Green beans. Potatoes.
Will serve with garlic & coriander naans and perfectly cooked rice.
:)
At God knows what time......
But no room for sulkiness because groceries were needed asap so on with some odd clothes and off to Sainsburys...
Food accumulated then off to the end till to shaven headed Jill.
Natter chatter...Weather, Queen, my Handbag, her earrings, then shoving trolley up escalator to windy wonderful almost empty car park.
Home. But not before speaking with shop walker/broom handler Ian. Hater of football lover of bagpipes. I adore the man but bagpipes....Oh dear. We parted in a blowy fashion, me promising not to hold his bagpipes against him, he mocking my love for Roy Hodgson.
Zoomed orf back to a yelling cat and Niramish making.
After packing cupboards and fridge I dashed orf a *Niramish for tonight's tea, had to make it on account of not being able to make it later. Mother taking up 99% of my time.
She phoned early his morning saying she was cheesed off and would I take her a smoked salmon roll... Yes yes of course, be there later....Now let me pull me tights up and down a bowl of rather disappointing porridge:(
Anyway Niramish made, now must rustle up something for luncheon, probably Eggs Benedict not an official pukka Eggs Benedict because I don't have about my person a couple of Muffins. So slices of Warburtons will have to do.
Then, quick powder of nose, reapplication of Firecracker lippy and off to hospital with salmon in me bag!
Any help either emotional or practical would be most welcome.
Think Hug or Washing Up:)
*Niramish is a vegetable curry. I've added a can of coconut milk and cauliflower, no real rules just drop in what you have. Fresh ginger. Garlic of course. Toms. Carrots. Red onions. Mushrooms. Green beans. Potatoes.
Will serve with garlic & coriander naans and perfectly cooked rice.
:)
At God knows what time......
Monday, 4 June 2012
Driving Mr H. To Station Planning The Day Ahead..
Tea. In new teapot. As yet unstained. It is sitting in the middle of the kitchen table waiting to be christened by a pint of Sainsbury's Gold Label. Probably make a cuppa after penning this then it's housework all the way to lunchtime. Talking of food I poached myself an egg this morning, the small thing waddling in the simmering water like a footless duck.
Baking a cake. Probably a moist dark Gingerbread. Although I have a few dodgy lemons in the fruit bowl, might use those up first.
Reading magazines. 'Homes and Gardens'...Intended for rich people who already own the contents of the magazine and bungalow dwellers like me, who yearn for a thatched cottage with a wonky white gate and green Aga.... and open windows with violets in crystal jugs on the polished windowsill.
Homes and Gardens is like advertising, it is aspirational.
'Yours' for the over 50's, content being geared towards healthy or partly healthy grans who support their families and love their country, uber efficient retired active women who run marathons for health and charities, and women who clean for a living or work in Asda. If any of the aforementioned women are single then Yours has a lonely hearts page only it isn't called lonely hearts...It's called Seeking Romance and if you don't fancy sex then turn over the page to Seeking Friendship. "Female,57 non-smoker, cat lover, big fan of the Osmonds ....
Wrestling with Monty. He's been missing his floor tussles. Oh and by the way...so have I;) Especially with him.
After disinfecting my cat inflicted scratches I'll be orf to see Mum, who, by the way phoned earlier this morning asking for more women's things....Will do my two hour bedside stint then limp out for a CostaPacket hot chocolate (will secrete about my person a biscuit which I'll nibble on in the corner away from the fit boys manning the till)
Then back to the ward for more chat, re-filling of plastic beakers with orange squash, patients yelling for commodes and.........holding hands;)
Won't bother to go home I'll be bedside till 8pm then home to Monty. Mr H. being on a late shift so will have time to watch a film before heading to station at 11pm to pick him up which, if memory serves me correctly, is where I came in!
:)
Baking a cake. Probably a moist dark Gingerbread. Although I have a few dodgy lemons in the fruit bowl, might use those up first.
Reading magazines. 'Homes and Gardens'...Intended for rich people who already own the contents of the magazine and bungalow dwellers like me, who yearn for a thatched cottage with a wonky white gate and green Aga.... and open windows with violets in crystal jugs on the polished windowsill.
Homes and Gardens is like advertising, it is aspirational.
'Yours' for the over 50's, content being geared towards healthy or partly healthy grans who support their families and love their country, uber efficient retired active women who run marathons for health and charities, and women who clean for a living or work in Asda. If any of the aforementioned women are single then Yours has a lonely hearts page only it isn't called lonely hearts...It's called Seeking Romance and if you don't fancy sex then turn over the page to Seeking Friendship. "Female,57 non-smoker, cat lover, big fan of the Osmonds ....
Wrestling with Monty. He's been missing his floor tussles. Oh and by the way...so have I;) Especially with him.
After disinfecting my cat inflicted scratches I'll be orf to see Mum, who, by the way phoned earlier this morning asking for more women's things....Will do my two hour bedside stint then limp out for a CostaPacket hot chocolate (will secrete about my person a biscuit which I'll nibble on in the corner away from the fit boys manning the till)
Then back to the ward for more chat, re-filling of plastic beakers with orange squash, patients yelling for commodes and.........holding hands;)
Won't bother to go home I'll be bedside till 8pm then home to Monty. Mr H. being on a late shift so will have time to watch a film before heading to station at 11pm to pick him up which, if memory serves me correctly, is where I came in!
:)
Sunday, 3 June 2012
Saturday, 2 June 2012
Mum has cancer so Mr H and I are going to Southend-on-Sea.
We'll look in charity shops for bargains galore, have a cup of tea and nice bun then go to see mum.
Be there all day and some of the evening. I'll flap about like a happy hen talking non-stop because I'm a) her loving daughter b) as mad as hell and c) shit scared.
Then we're off to dinner with friends, just hoping it's not another bloody scone.
I have just about had enough.
But the good news is the docs say she can come home before her chemotherapy starts. They can't operate on her bits because her heart is too ill. Couldn't take the strain of the op apparently, that's what they said about dad too. But at least mum will be HOME with me in the bungalow watching Wimbledon, Euro 2012 and one of horse racings best meetings; Newmarket.
So not all in the garden is weeds!
Now I must fly:)
Oh and God Bless Her Majesty and I'm not referring to Liz either!
We'll look in charity shops for bargains galore, have a cup of tea and nice bun then go to see mum.
Be there all day and some of the evening. I'll flap about like a happy hen talking non-stop because I'm a) her loving daughter b) as mad as hell and c) shit scared.
Then we're off to dinner with friends, just hoping it's not another bloody scone.
I have just about had enough.
But the good news is the docs say she can come home before her chemotherapy starts. They can't operate on her bits because her heart is too ill. Couldn't take the strain of the op apparently, that's what they said about dad too. But at least mum will be HOME with me in the bungalow watching Wimbledon, Euro 2012 and one of horse racings best meetings; Newmarket.
So not all in the garden is weeds!
Now I must fly:)
Oh and God Bless Her Majesty and I'm not referring to Liz either!
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