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Date: 01 December 2005 23:06:09
I am just trying to unwind before I go to bed, aching and tired and ready for a good night's sleep.... uninterrupted by the arrival in the bathroom, at midnight, of a small and scared and rather-fast-moving little mouse, thank you very much Charlie.
I've been working my way through my to-do list and am fairly happy to have made inroads into it, even though I haven't done half the things I wanted to achieve before the weekend. The trouble was, fast as I completed one task on my to-do list, another one magically appeared. It was like this. I crossed off "Phone district nurse and arrange for her to visit Dad and give him his anti-cancer injection". District nurse then phones me to say that she is happy to do the injection but they are not allowed to carry syringes in their cars, so I will have to go up to the surgery to collect it !!! So I add to my list "Collect syringe" and decide I can combine it with "Put in for repeat prescriptions for dad". I head up to the doctor's surgery to fulfil two items on my list simultaneously, and am informed that the doctor's surgery has had no notification from the hospital of him being prescribed a morphine-based drug and thus they cannot issue a repeat until they have authorisation and please would I contact the hospital and the macmillan nurse to get them to confirm it. I ring the MacMillan nurse and he takes this matter under his wing but points out that he is out of the office tomorrow and thus it will be best if I ring the hospice to arrange hospital transport for Dad for next week (when he's off to Southampton for a week for radiotherapy). See what I mean? Each completed task immediately replaced by a new one and all of them high priority.
Life will temporarily stop being so hectic tomorrow though. Hee hee.,.. I'm getting really excited. My sister's coming Daddy-sitting while the Smudgelets and I venture forth in search of culture. We're off to rain-soaked Stratford upon Avon for the weekend to soak up the Shakespeare experience and (OK, OK, so I know it's not Shakespeare!) to see Great Expectations performed by the Royal Shakespeare Company. We're all really looking forward to it. I'm blessed with having two sons who adore the theatre and adore classic stories and I think we'll have a whale of a time... to say nothing of not having to get up at the crack of dawn for a whole weekend.
In fact, what with that and with Dad's radiotherapy being more extensive than expected (with the result that he has to stay in Southampton a week rather than a single visit) and with my sisters both insisting that the boys and I go away for Christmas, I should be rather more rested by the New Year hopefully. I could do with it, as I'm pretty shattered at the moment!!! Wonder if dad'd notice if I borrowed his zimmer.