This year is a new start.
Eventually Colin will be mobilised. So I have meetings to attend, occupational therapists and builders to deal with. Yes, this is going to be a busy year. Colin has once again, after the last false start, been moved to Phillipshill Rehab Unit. Rehab is imminent. His wound is 99.9% clear. We are nearly there. I am not so terrified of the ward this time. Colin is stronger, more capable and can fight his corner. He is determined. The ventilator is forgotten, the trachi dismissed, and his hand sized pressure sore is nearly gone.
He will be mobile soon, then the gym will be tackled. He has goals. The hospital will set hurdles.
Eventually Colin will be allowed home for 24 hours. 24 terrifying hours.
Between the carers and the district nurses, new equipment and strange routines, these hours will feel like seconds.
He will get stronger. New regimes will be put in place, adjustments made to the house will all be (started, then) completed.He will push himself in the gym, and eventually the big day will come when Colin can come home.
We will bicker when I take over the driving. I will never be in the correct lane or the right gear. But we will be out. We will go to the polo matches. We will see friends and learn to enjoy his new life.
So if Colin can fight his war and win, maybe I will be as skinny as Victoria Beckham, or a chic as Audrey Hepburn, or as...well, one can only dream.
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"I saw a mouse!-Where?-There on the stair!-Where on the stair?-Right there!-A little mouse with clogs onWell I declare!-!"
No I bloody DON'T. I have a little mouse that this that he is hysterical. He thinks it is very funny to come out and party behind my chimney in my bedroom. I can hear it laughing at me- ok not laughing but scuttling about. Wait- maybe it's Shelley's hamster from her childhood. Chalky I believe was her name.We were not very nice to it. Well not after it bit us. Yes of course we gave it food and water and cleaned the little critter out, but lets just say its demise was not mourned.
Has it come back to haunt me? Is that scuttle really the creaking of the wheel going round and round and round?
Sleep deprivation does things to your mind. But I sweat that little critter is in the wall having a party. It should be slapped with an ASBO.
I understand those cartoon characters now. When the cat would take an "elephant gun" and blast a wall to smithereens looking for that darn mouse. So I will get up, make a cup of tea an ignore it.
"I saw a mouse!-Where?-There on the stair!-Where on the stair?-Right there!-A little mouse with clogs on
Well I declare!-!"
Well I declare!-!"
Just give the mouse directions to here. They seem to be a new "partying" kind of confident breed this year.Our little pests have been spotted with party hats and helium baloons.My God , they are so annoying especially when they do karaoke.
ReplyDeleteDid I ever tell you the story about my mouse / rat / squirrel /poltergeist from last year???.....never worked out what it was but it managed to move all the poison I had laid out for the blighters into my boots which were sat at the opposite end of the room ....
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ReplyDeleteFantastic to see all your news and hear Colin is progressing. Somehow I knew he would find a way to be positive and 'go for it'. Watch him, he will be racing down corridors and getting an ASBO before you know it! You are both amazing and make me feel pathetic for all the mumping I did about the b...dy snow and all the extra work it caused - completely wiping out Christmas celebrations. You guys are rising above so much worse, and with such good grace and courage.
By the way, we have a mouse too - he sits and watches the TV, Talis dog doesn't seem to mind and he clearly isn't afraid of her.....or us. Perhaps they are quietly [or not so quietly] taking over the world!
All the very best from Dolphinton.