Nine Feet Underground

A game of two halves. Amongst all the omnipresent uncertainty, I have managed a couple of local excursions. On Thursday, sons 1 and 3, son #1's gf and I, went to see Stewart Lee live.  He was on good form again and there was much laughter.  Live comedy is so good.  I think it's good to see Stewart Lee at least every year or two. Big fan. Friends are making a brief visit to the UK from Berlin and, unexpectedly on Friday, I got a message asking if I would like to meet for a coffee.  A no-brainer. I certainly did. We had a good catch-up over coffee, though the current situation here took up a lot of the time.  They wanted to visit Waitrose to buy some things they can't easily get locally and I had to pick up some stuff for dinner.  We said our goodbyes in Waitrose and I left them, like a couple of kids in a sweetshop, discovering. Disassociation Wet wipes Calm Body wash Ampules Verification My Register Certificate Sleep Restless Stuck Travel Respite Soul Plans...

After eighteen months of stability, it's been a while since the focus of these posts has been E, though that hasn't been the case in real life, of course. This past week has been very troubling with the onset of seemingly regular small seizures.  From our perspective we've been struggling to know if E's in pain and/or suffering discomfort, but increasingly there have been signs that she is. This morning I called the District Nurses to explain my concerns.  Whilst the nurse was here, E had several mini-seizures, and the nurse saw these and validated what I've been seeing. E needed pain killer and relaxant and she seems more settled, though there are still signs of seizures even with the medication. The nurse is going to contact both the Sue Ryder nurse and the GP, so I guess we'll have to wait to see what the next steps are. Against this backdrop, life goes on, though at an elevated level of agitation. Julia Holter /  'Spinning'   / 'Something In The ...

Up and showering just after 6 a.m., though somehow the cleaner manages to arrive before I'm fully ready - she was on the porch at just after 6:45 a.m. today.  I guess it probably took two attempts by the alarm to get me out of bed, that's probably it. While she's donning the clothes of supercleaner, I go and finish off getting ready and getting some clothes on. After I came downstairs we chatted briefly and then the first carer of the day arrived: Thursday is fully underway. I've got a parcel to post today, so as soon as it gets close to 9 a.m., I'll be off to the Post Office. I want to send it to get to its destination on Saturday, so I'll have to queue up to get that sorted. Meanwhile the cleaner is cleaning my office / inner sanctum (where I sit and write most of this drivel and most of the other drivel that spews forth from my brain via my fingertips!) [Futile gestures, words into the void] Off to the Post Office.   When I got to the Post Office I was first ...