Today has been a pj day! I hit the brick wall that happens to me when I have been working 15 hr days every day for quite a few weeks - 7 to be precise - I suddenly decided I could chase my tail no longer. So all I've done today is change beds, make 3 soups, cook Ma's meals, run down and up stairs a minimum of 40 times to her,washing n ironing and move more furniture. So a lazy day off then.
We did have an interesting conversation tho,about the Strictly Come Dancing contestants. Do you know, says she in an incredulous voice, they get paid TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY POUNDS to do that programme! Actually Mum, I think you may find it is more likely to be £250k. WHAT?? I though £250 was a LOT of money just to do that,they're only dancing. Not sure how many of the contestants would still be interested for £250 for the series, but maybe a few more people with my Ma' s values might be useful in public life!!
My new toy, Sophie the sewing machine has arrived! She is unpacked and sitting on the table daring me to thread her up and have a go. I do have to have a go and very soon, because yesterday my brain was totally in neutral and I appear to have signed up for a City and Guilds Foundation Course in Embroidery. Today it went into overdrive when the very nice lady rang me up to ask for my email address to forward my assignments to!! Assignments?? I can't even switch the bleedin thing on, yet alone tackle assignments! I thought I had stressed I am a novice with extreme novical experience, my only experience of Textile Art was at a class my friend had booked on, didn't like the look of and sent me in to do instead! Admittedly I loved it, but as we say around these parts that means nowt! Anyway, I start in a couple of weeks, and probably finish a couple more after that!
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
Monday, November 4, 2013
My latest new normality
So then, here we are a month after my last post, another new normality to adjust to! Ma is now going to be a permanent fixture in my house/ life, with me looking after her. How lucky am I.
I have decided its best not to overthink or analyse how I feel about this, as the result would most definitely not be good for my mental health.
Conversations with Ma are unlike any I have with anyone else. We went to a disability aids shop last week to pick up a few things. I saw some lovely fur lined slippers I thought would be good for her. No, says she, I'm not trying them on, they do up with that sticky stuff and I want a zip. Let's just try them I say. What size madam? Asks the very helpful man. Well I'm a 4 so I take a 5 says she. The man and I look at each other, I shrug, he brings a 5. They're too big she says indignantly. That's because your feet measure a 4 I dare to suggest. But I wear a 5 she says. A heated discussion followed, a pair of size 4 slippers are ordered and the man and I go our separate ways to have breakdowns.
Of course, I have all the notifying change of address stuff etc to do, because running up and down stairs all day and keeping to a timetable with meals is not enough for me to do. One poor girl had the misfortune to speak to her on her mobile about her previous addresses. Ma couldn't remember the postcode etc,and when the girl continued to question her she told her to "speak to my daughter about these things, I don't know anything"!
We have now invested in a lightweight wheelchair that I can actually lift in and out of the car without nearly breaking my back. I call it Wally. Her zimmer is known by me as Gidgy. I get some funny looks when we are out and I refer to them by their names. Why not? People often give their car a name, so why not other pieces of kit?
Today was a beautiful sunny day after a crisp frost. We went for a walk along the Stone Jetty with Wally. Oh,she says, imagine living somewhere with all this on your doorstep to have a walk in. You do,I reply through gritted teeth.
I have decided its best not to overthink or analyse how I feel about this, as the result would most definitely not be good for my mental health.
Conversations with Ma are unlike any I have with anyone else. We went to a disability aids shop last week to pick up a few things. I saw some lovely fur lined slippers I thought would be good for her. No, says she, I'm not trying them on, they do up with that sticky stuff and I want a zip. Let's just try them I say. What size madam? Asks the very helpful man. Well I'm a 4 so I take a 5 says she. The man and I look at each other, I shrug, he brings a 5. They're too big she says indignantly. That's because your feet measure a 4 I dare to suggest. But I wear a 5 she says. A heated discussion followed, a pair of size 4 slippers are ordered and the man and I go our separate ways to have breakdowns.
Of course, I have all the notifying change of address stuff etc to do, because running up and down stairs all day and keeping to a timetable with meals is not enough for me to do. One poor girl had the misfortune to speak to her on her mobile about her previous addresses. Ma couldn't remember the postcode etc,and when the girl continued to question her she told her to "speak to my daughter about these things, I don't know anything"!
We have now invested in a lightweight wheelchair that I can actually lift in and out of the car without nearly breaking my back. I call it Wally. Her zimmer is known by me as Gidgy. I get some funny looks when we are out and I refer to them by their names. Why not? People often give their car a name, so why not other pieces of kit?
Today was a beautiful sunny day after a crisp frost. We went for a walk along the Stone Jetty with Wally. Oh,she says, imagine living somewhere with all this on your doorstep to have a walk in. You do,I reply through gritted teeth.
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