Good morning all from a misty Glasgow,vwhere it is 3°C. The view from the bedroom is quite eerie.
Another disturbed night, DH said he had to stop me falling out of bed a few times. I remember nothing,
Yesterday morning, we visited DIL, who was not in a good place, grumpy and tearful. She wanted to sit up in a chair, but it needed two staff to do it, due to all the paraphernalia and the staff were dealing with critical cases. She was not pleased, that she had cot sides up.
Also, I was concerned to see, that she was back on oxygen, a step back.
She kept fiddling with the feeding tube in her neck and her stoma.
DH and I came away feeling quite upset.
It is a large hospital, with a long walk along a glass corridor to the car park. I was getting my breath back, sitting on one of the benches in the corridor, when DS and Dollie appeared.
He was in such a foul mood (understandably) and nothing I said was right. I am so worried about him.
He started on about now being a single income family. (DIL is self employed). My son is a very high earner and he will not starve, take it from me!!!
He was annoyed with DIL, who is quite confused at the moment and denying that anyone is supporting her,
For example, when we were in, she told the ward nurse that the stoma nurse had given her no information. This was totally false, the stoma nurse has been in twice, demonstrating, what she has to do.
She then bit my head off, when I asked her to be kind towards DS, that he is struggling. (She is giving him a very hard time.)
I don't think it is helpful that the other patients in the ward are not very communicative, just lying staring at the ceiling.
By the time I got home, I was quite tearful and DH, exceedingly grumpy. He looks on DIL as his own daughter and is taking this very badly.
I felt a bit sorry for myself and the unfairness of having multiple chronic illnesses. I am not picking up the way I should be and am pretty annoyed about having so many limitations. Having no control over my failing health is dragging me down.
While DH, once again was watching sport, I locked myself in the conservatory and resorted to watching rubbish on You Tube, including a number of videos, where people reveal their Temu hauls.
Is this what I have come to? 😂
On a lighter note, my disaster prone DD sent me a photo of her plastering results in her semi converted attic. I was astounded, it looked so professional.
The previous owner, an elderly lady, had started, but never finished the conversion. To save money, they are doing a lot of the work, themselves.
I am so proud of my dyspraxic daughter, who also has dyslexia. ♥️ Life is not easy for her.
Normally, I would go to Mass on a Monday and interfere with the counters and altar linen ladies, but I am taking my time going back to church . It is three weeks, since I have been at Mass. I miss the social interaction.
Nothing planned today, but I have cabin fever. I never know, until I get up, how well I am and what I will do.
Georgesgran, I too have an unpleasant dental procedure looming, it has been postponed, which doesn't help.
I hope it is not too traumatic.
What a worry to have your DH's procedure cancelled, Nannyjan. 💐
Gagagran, I can empathise. I got as far as persuading DH to have his ears syringed. I suspect part of his permanent grumpiness is due to the fact, he cannot hear. All I got yesterday was a series of Mmmmms,This is his new strategy, when he doesn't hear.
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I wish you all a pleasant day, whatever your plans. Get well soon, *Madeleine.^
