For the last few weeks I have been struggling with my back. I have resorted to walking with two sticks. The pain is barely contained by the CO-CODOMIL four times a day. Cooking is a chore and I’m totally fed up.
Have been to the docs and they seem to be singing from the same hymn sheet. Bursitis. I’m also having chiropractic treatment.
The last doctor I saw was a duty doctor. She said “what do you want me to do”. I was a bit stunned. I think she saw an old lady who didn’t quite understand. I did however keep it together.
Yesterday was my daughter’s birthday. They visited The Shard for a drink I believe. The views look amazing from the very top.
We had to get the cat to the vet over the bank holiday. The cost was eye watering. She was being sick everywhere, and as my back was not functioning very well I couldn’t leave it until my vet opened the next day. Injection, bloods taken and we returned home. Quite a mixture of cats and dogs. One family turned up with the dog’s bed and toys, plus one of those travelling water things. The man opened up the contraption, but quickly decided it wasn’t working. He unscrewed the bottle of water and just poured it into the container. So much for progress.
I don’t know what I would have done without my dog walker. She has picked me up plus dog and taken me to all of the appointments. I’m lucky to have someone like that I know.
Just waiting for her to pick Trudy up and then out into the garden to pick up the poo. That’s a challenge as I have a large step down and then of course back into the flat. I’ve just ordered an outdoor step from Amazon that I hope should make things easier for me.
Wonderful weather.So much nicer than the very hot weather we’ve had but I know there are those of us who love the heat.
I’m sorry about the rambling but really needed to get it off my chest.
Wonderful weather but I’m so grateful that the evenings are not so hot. Sleep alludes me however because of this wretched back. I’m so miserable. Nothing like a bad back to pull you down. I’m whinging I know, and I also know there are lots of people worse off.
It’s my grandaughters birthday this weekend and I really struggled to think what to buy. Being a young lovely woman with a good career, charming husband, I had no idea what to buy. Flash bulb moment. I would buy her a mrytle tree. I found a tree that I considered was just the ticket and I bought it from Trees Direct. I phoned on Monday and it was delivered on Tuesday. Gift wrapped too.
She seemed delighted with it and I hope it continues to grow strong and healthy.
Last Tuesday was Beacon day, I felt pretty rough and couldn’t bear the thought of having to help the oldies into my car considering I could barely move, so I cried off.
Mary was picked up by her sister and Doreen also wanted to go. The only trouble was the car had only two doors. Getting in was a breeze but I believe getting out of the back seat was a challenge. They had to resort to obtaining a gentleman’s help to finally get her out. I was quite amused by the whole thing but not sure if the others felt the same. At least Doreen will realise that she must not get into a two door car and sit in the rear.Isn’t there a saying “nothing like an old fool”.
Popped along to see my back lady, pop isn’t quite the right word if you get my drift, but I finally arrived. I’ve known Amanda for many years so we had a lot to catch up with. Her family sort of okay. Usual ups and downs but her cats another matter. One of them Hugo was run over, and although he wasn’t killed he was very smashed up, and they decided to put him to sleep. At this time I was crying. Had gone for a manipulation and ended up crying my eyes out. I don’t know if it’s part and parcel of growing old, but I cry very easily these days
The best bit. It was my Dad’s birthday yesterday, I used to arrange for him to have smoked salmon delivered to him. He loved all things fishy.
Wish I was at the seaside.
It has been ages since I put pen to paper as it were, but unfortunately nothing much has happened over the past few weeks so I decided to keep a diary to prove to myself that some things do happen to me. That’s the problem. When you age, you arn’t so mobile and therefore easily become isolated, to the point that you don’t want to go out, which as we know is bad for your body and mind.
I have kept a diary for many years but have stopped writing in one for the past four years or so.
The hospital have been investigating why I still cough. I’ve been coughing for eight months now. Crazy. Have had many tests .CT scans but everything has come back okay. Whilst investigating they saw a shadow on my liver, but that turned out to be a simple cyst.I had a follow up appointment to visit the consultant, but I requested if it were possible to have a phone call instead of visiting the hospital. Happily she agreed and the next step is a berium meal. Can’t say they are not looking after me.
Have walked three times a week with Trudy. I was leaving my door and we passed a child in her pushchair who let out an ear piercing scream. Frightened me to death and Trudy. What a way to behave. I feel sorry for the child.
Then to make everything worse I got the sickness virus. I felt awful and still feel under the weather, and to boot I’ve hurt my back. However visiting my amazing back lady Amanda, this afternoon.
My grandson has just returned from the hospital today. They have discovered he has too much iron in his blood. A few life changes needed, but as the reception on the mobile was not as it should be, I’m sure I’ve missed plenty. Evidently this problem could effect his heart, liver and pancreas so he does need to take a bit more care of himself, not always the easiest thing to do when you are twenty six.
Have booked into a class for the over 55’s to help with the risks of falling. Salsa based I think. Sounds interesting. We will see.
I guess nothing quite compares with my neighbours view of the hot weather. “I’ve taken my bra off and going to have a bit of comfort”. I do admire her. Couldn’t really see myself doing just that.
My mum springs to mind. Every morning after her bath she would struggle into her playtex. It must have been awful, but over time she came to the same conclusion as my neighbour. Take it off and hang the fallout.
Busy weekend. I was asked to look after Luna the German shepherd on Saturday, whilst the owners went over to the Island for a visit. Off to Romsey Paws Park and then home. We noticed a problem -Luna. Her head was on one side and she kept making squeeky noises obviously uncomfortable. With permission she went to the vet. On first examination they couldn’t see anything so a sedative was given. A while later I went to pick her up. Evidently the inside of her ear had been bleeding, but no offending objects in the actual ear. Vet put Luna into my car. She weighs 44 kilos so she’s way above my strength. Yet again with the help of neighbours got her and Trudy into the house. Quiet afternoon and cool in the lounge.
Have a pleasant day, Keep cool and don’t do too much. No housework for me until it becomes a lot cooler. Housework is going to be there tomorrow and forever.
The passage of time trundles along far too fast for me, but the days usually pass with nothing untoward happening, a bit of laughter,serious discussions and hot days.
I have been going out for a short walk into the woods where it is thankfully cooler both for me and the dog.
Following her return last Saturday from her walk she looked very off colour to me. A little while later she was in the garden pooing pink poo. At this point I was concerned. Phoned the vet. He had just left so I had no option but to go to the emergency vet in Winchester. They decided she had a severe bout of gastro enteritis, so left with Pro Kolin which to be honest I didn’t have much faith in, but it did the trick. Ordered a tube from Amazon just in case.
My delightful neighbour went to the docs to see if she was going deaf, because everyone thought she was. Was told it was wax so it’s warm olive oil in her ears for her.
Karen one of my dog walkers has returned from holiday to France and bought home some jam for me. Thoughtful.
Have just returned from the vet where the cat had her claws trimmed. They were so long she couldn’t get unstuck from the chairs when she jumped up, or my clothes.
This weekend my grandaughter and her husband are celebrating their 30th birthdays. Pizza van supplying pizzas. Tea and cake in the afternoon and then bbq in the evening. All day and night time too. Tents being erected in the fields,where an expected 130 people are turning up. It isn’t raining at the moment so guess they must be relieved.
Quiet day for me for which I’m grateful and I hope not like last Saturday.