Re: Ping Sheelagh- Is this normal or should I worry?

On 9 Sep, 13:03, polonca12000 <polonca12...@xxxxxxxxx> wrote:

Lots of hugs and purrs,
Polonca and Soncek- Hide quoted text -

Thanks Polonca and Soncek hope you are both well

I am sorry I am going to moan and rant- as I say this is where I
sometimes come to do this and you don't actually have to read it it's
just me letting off some steam

Sheelagh- is it normal to get obsessive about sleep? Right now I'm
counting the hours until I can decently plead being tired and get some
more- okay it usually passes off as the day goes on but just lately
it's driving me up the wall. Worse still it's the weekend, okay I got
woken up at 1.50,3.30 and 6.30 and then at 9.45 when he had the
decency to get up and let me have the bed to myself where I slept
until some disgusting time a few hours later so I haven't been awake
long and I'm already thinking about going to bed. Then again for the
last week or so I've had what feels like 'flu so that doesn't help-
last week I almost called in sick several days but my boss was off
with suspected glandular fever (Luckily it wasn't because she had the
same symptoms as me and I was a bit worried if she had glandular fever
then so would I) and of course in the week Dave can wake me up 20
times in a night and I still have to get up in the morning (To be fair
if he did wake me up that many times then work would not be an issue a
murder charge would!). Most mornings I get up and count the number of
days I have to do this damn getting up before I get a lie in again,
you know Monday I'm like "Four more days I have to do this"

The worse one was yesterday, about 3 times a year now I meet my friend
Phillip, we've known each other almost 18 years Phillip is my 3rd
oldest male friend (Dave's 2nd- I've known the infamous Dave Mallet
longer) and in terms of actual age the oldest and we meet and have a
curry (It's always curry with Phillip, I have a suspicion he puts his
toast in a tandoori oven- he's the guy who introduced me to the joys
of Indian cuisine) and a beer and a good natter (and catch up on
mutual friends through since he's still in the book trade and I'm not
its more him telling me about them)

So having had a decent lamb curry and a beer we parted company and it
turns out he has to go to King's Cross because he needs to buy rail
tickets for a trip to Edinburgh so he can come part of the way back
with me- would you believe I didn't want him to? I almost started to
make excuses say I had to go somewhere else whatever- one of my
closest friends whom I don't see often enough and I was wishing he
would go away because.... I have the unusual useful gift (especially
at the moment) of being able to fall asleep on a bus or a train and
wake up at my stop so I was relying on my tube journey to get me a
much needed half hour and having to stay awake to King's Cross cut
into it by 10 minutes! I managed to stay awake but I certainly felt
the loss of those 10 much needed minutes later

Today I feel terrible, my back is taking longer to get better than I
first supposed so it still aches yet still I have to do everything- I
just nearly tore Dave's head off when he asked me to find a CD because
he can't reach the rack they're on.

The week after next I have a 5-day weekend and if that doesn't sort me
out I guess I'd better go to the GP through it beats me why, all they
can really do is sign me off from work for a week which would just
mean being stuck at home. Or else they can find something wrong, which
I can't do anything about

I guess I've been feeling down ever since this business with Dave's
ankle started, until then we were making some progress but now I find
myself wondering when this will ever end. Next Friday it's a year
since I dragged Dave off to hospital and I've taken to hoping "It'll
all be over by Xmas" like it was World War 1 or something

Also our flat is now incredibly hot- the windows got finished
Thursday- we're told they will do wonders for our gas bills in winter
but right now they're holding too much heat in and the top window I
can't reach to open but if I open the bottom window I can only open it
an inch or two because Dunzi tries to get out and the air is too still
for that to make much a difference also with the new windows neither
of us are sleeping very well! We live on a road that is permanently
busy and noisy, you see and the new windows do such a wonderful job of
muting the traffic noises that after 22+ years of dozing off to the
sounds of ambulances, police cars, buses, traffic, people having the
nightly fight outside the burger/fried chicken joint next door (does
amazing Indian food as a sideline but mostly sells stuff that makes
Macdonald's look slightly cordon bleu), footballs fans chanting etc we
can't sleep as its too quiet- the cats are just the same so every time
we finally doze off one of them bounces on our heads

So we're both insomniac and trapped in an oven little wonder we don't
feel right and are snapping at each other

Dave (and Sarsi) seem to be prepared to put up with this as for some
reason, the sound on our hi-fi has improved beyond belief with the new
windows (Last night Sarsi was doing her full punk kitten routine to
T.Rex live she's got good taste.)

Anyway on the Dave front, the district nurse has been round at 9.30
twice this week and caught him in bed both times! Alas as usual it's
Sarsi's fault, anyone else have a cat that does this? You don't HAVE
to get up, you're having a leisurely stretch before you do and she
pounces. She can see a good opportunity when she sees one and an inert
Hoomin as far as she is concerned exists to give skritchies lots of
them and then when she feels like it, she curls up next to you and
settles down...Poor fool you are hooked! Having her purring loudly and
making it clear how happy she is lying next to a nice warm Hoomin- how
can you be so cruel as to get up? It's not like you have to anyway....
Might as well have another ten minutes snooze then you'll get up. Next
thing you wake up and half the day has gone..Dave once got a really
nice photo of me curled up around Sarsi with my arm around her

Anyway he now has a new district nurse and he likes her. The ulcer on
his ankle seems to be healing okay (through her expert opinion is it
will be fine in a month maybe a bit less but that is going to slow his
physio down! Another setback, when I said it would all be over by Xmas
I didn't say what year!) and he can walk on it but only a little on
Thursday he did walk to bed through

Also she thinks there is some sort of cream (she needs to clear it
with the GP) that can be applied to soften hard bits of skin every
other nurse has attempted to scrape them off with the resulting pain
stopping Dave from doing anything apart from suffer for up to 3 days
afterwards. He said why hadn't anyone thought of that? And she said
she didn't know...

He also has some flare up lying right above his left Achilles tendon
which has to be watched, she doesn't think there's an ulcer but if
there were it would be a serious problem so she's watching it (and I
am just praying it isn't)

Anyway things seem to be getting better..the next problem isn't so bad
through I feel a bit naughty about it

Tuesday week, we have tickets for "Zappa plays Zappa"- I need to talk
to the venue because they were purchased back in the good old days of
March when Dave told me not to worry, of course he wouldn't need
wheelchair access by September....well maybe if we hadn't been
forgotten for 4 months while they sorted the crutch out (The crutch is
currently leaning against the wall in the living room gathering
dust...everything gathered dust when the guy took the windows out the
other week just after I had dusted everything! Why do I bother?!)

On the Monday Dave has a chiropody appointment and he needs his
toenails done so he's going to that if he can make his way down the
stairs- being Dave since Claus is coming that day (I keep having a
strange fantasy about Claus...one where he asks how I am managing?)
Dave thinks perhaps he can walk to the clinic on his crutch with Claus
to steady him and me to follow with the chair - despite not walking
for a week or a month beforehand? That's Dave to a T anyway, in the
old days before all this happened, he'd announce he was going out and
almost inevitably walk several miles whilst Yours Truly who has been
walking all week and was hoping for a break would hobble behind him
and listen to him telling her to hurry up!

Tuesday through he's not too sure...and he said would I mind if I had
to go on my own?

Of course I feel really bad if he won't make it..but...a night out
where I don't have to continually watch
someone doesn't knock the chair over/make sure the toilet access is
available/wheel Dave to the loo/Not have to worry about organising
cabs to and from the gig/can actually sit down and listen to the band?

I'll feel guilty if he can't go but if he can't well....why waste a
ticket?

Have to laugh through he said "You'll be okay, Gamma will be there and
he'll look after you"

I love Gamma dearly, he's a big, sweet, cuddly guy who can't even
spell "Malicious" (okay as he can understand James Joyce maybe he can
spell it but he would never understand why anyone would want to be
that way ) but if you bear in mind the saying "If you can remember the
60's you weren't there" Gamma definitely was there!

Still at least he'll have his son; his current lady etc to look after
him which will make a change from me looking after someone

Lesley

Slave of the Fabulous Furballs



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