Bags my favourite times are cookie and cake-making with my little grandsons, who are at the stage of flinging cake mix around and vying to smash the eggs into the mix. We always end up with something edible, although maybe not quite as much mixture as was intended, but the dog will happily hoover it up before I get chance to grab a cleaning cloth. Happy times
Spent a chunk of the afternoon with a pal and DD sorting stuff at the scout hut. DD mopped the floor (interesting drag the mop behind you technique) and made some notices. Pal sorted through cardboard and paper and I dealt with the bonfire and rewashed some mugs that the scouts had... erm... already washed up. Colder weather than we've been having with snow blowing through now and then. Scotia Spring .
Today I visited my lovely in laws to cheer them up in the middle of a very worrying family situation. I feel really sad for them as they are truly kind people and are unable to get much needed help for a relative who is mentally ill and very unstable. Then I visited daughter who was very low yesterday, only to find her in a very positive frame of mind and bubbling with infectious enthusiasm for her next campaign. (Watch out David Cameron!) Finally I attended an evening seminar in a posh hotel where I met up, by chance, with an old friend from my teacher training days. Busy, but a good day. (I have had a completely pain free day today - I'd forgotten what it's like. )
Grannyactivist - relief is a wonderful emotion, isn't it? It must have been a real tonic for Super to have a visit from bagitha - I know I would love to meet her 'in the flesh'. When I had a hysterectomy in a hospital in Brussels, where I was working at the time, the food was horrible but we got a small bottle of wine with our evening meal!
Relief, yes! I stil give thanks for visiting my daughter in hospital, some time ago, just after she had collapsed with a stroke, and two days later, there she is sitting up in bed bright and shining, o.k. having a little difficulty with speach, but never the less, With Us! Yes, Relief!
Or perhaps that is the wrong kind of relief. Relief from pain must be great for those who suffer, and I always feel really sad for thos folk who obviously have difficulty moving around without pain.
Relief of all kinds - from pain, fear, anxiety - is one of the best emotions I have ever felt. I remember being so glad to see that my daughter's kidneys were working the morning after her operation to repair a ruptured stomach, when I had been warned that her organs might fail. A little urine was a wonderful sight! As far as pain goes, I remember the relief of waking up after a 48-hour migraine and realising that it had gone. Best wishes to your daughter, Printmiss.
A phone call or a text from someone we were quietly worrying about, (and who was totally unaware that you WERE worrying) is enough to make us feel that all is right with the world. I hope that anyone waiting for such a communication receives it soon.
I have just found out that my DS,DIL and GC have been without electricity for 13 hours and the school is closed too. Why oh why can't they use their mobiles and ask for help ? I am only 40 minutes away from them, they could be sitting in the warm here. They had a foot of snow overnight. I told them it was going to happen it was forecast.
Just come back from the theatre after seeing Doctor in the House starring Joe Pasquale and Robert Powell. It was a lovely way to spend a cold wet afternoon. The play was funny and it was nice to step back in time to when things were at a slower pace and more innocent. We got to speak to Robert Powell and he was happy to chat for a while . I can remember him when he was on TV playing Jesus of Nazareth but I can go farther back than that. The first time I saw him was on TV in a programme called Doomwatch !
I've been administering TLC to Mr G who came home from hospital late yesterday afternoon after an emergency op on Friday afternoon for a perforated appendix. Both feeling shattered after a week of worry but hopefully on the road to recovery now.
His biggest problem is trying to cough but I discovered a helpful technique of him holding a pillow tight across his abdomen as he coughs and that helped a lot. He has 18 tablets to take per day so I have made a chart up showing what and when he has to have them. I really hate him being unwell as he is normally a fit and strong chap and it is distressing to see him laid so low.
Thanks Jeni - lovely flowers cheered me up. Trying to stay awake now in the hopes of sleeping a bit longer tonight! Feels good to have GN to turn to for some support.
I hope you both start to regain your usual strength over the next few days and weeks. My youngest brother had peritonitis when he was ten and was very ill, but you should have seen the amount of porridge he ate for breakfast when he was recovering! He used to get redder and redder in the face as he ate it and have to peel off layers of clothes as it warmed him up!
It has flown, Annika! I'm sure I can even remember the scene in Doomwatch - was there not an explosion and Robert Powell's character was killed? I can remember that, but yesterday is a bit foggy....
My sympathy with both of you Gagagran - having been through the same op myself - it's not pleasant! Things will improve very quickly now though, take care of yourselves
Just a quick update to all the very kind and caring posters. Both slept a bit better so feel less exhausted and even managed a quick supermarket trip this morning at 7am. I feel more positive about his recovery too as he is a little better and brighter today. Onwards and upwards!