Nine Feet Underground

Started the day chatting to the first carer, talking through some stuff and she had some good suggestions which will hopefully help in the casting of the runes.  Work begins having lit the blue touch paper: time will tell. Apart from the usual carer calls I'm expecting a visit from the community matron to check my wife's skin over and to discuss a few other things. From a work point of view these nurse / matron visits are always slightly problematic - I generally don't know when they'll happen, other than say morning or afternoon, but when they arrive I have to stop whatever I'm doing because I have to be party to all the conversation and decisions because my wife can't speak, and maybe not fully understand either. As it turns out beyond the purpose of the visit, the matron has an 'ask' of me too.  Apparently community nursing is under a lot of additional pressure due to staff turnover and so she asks me if I'll consider taking on the job of emptying...

May is half way gone already?!? How can that be? A normal Saturday of shopping and washing marred by the necessity of gardening. Dug out loads more roots though I think some of the stumps will need more powerful medicine.  I reckon dynamite should do it. Unusually I've taken a call from our GP today, primarily to check up on my latest course of antibiotics which I need to take for two weeks, even though it's a more powerful antibiotic than the one I'm normally prescribed.  Apparently there's a very resistant bug to be killed - I guess it all tallies with what I've been feeling, so let's hope it does the job. It's me or the bug. Place your bets! Far too much of today has been spent doing chores - the evening is here and all I have to show for it are clean clothes and an assortment of cuts on my hands. I have wine now so I'm probably going to go a blow away the cobwebs with some loud music before it's time to make dinner. Didn't work out tha...