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Date: 04 November 2004 20:17:19
I was determined to do it, honest I was. I was keying myself up to be all stroppy with the doctor and insist on being referred to someone who would sort my ear out once and for all (though preferably not Van Gogh style!). Five weeks of being deaf and suffering headachey-sensations was bad enough, but when it started bleeding yesterday I was rather disconcerted and only needed Jack to convince me I wasn't being a hypochondriac and should go back to the doctor in less than the three weeks he'd said to wait. But then this morning it didn't feel anywhere near as bad, and there was no sign of any more blood, and somehow I just couldn't face being told it was fine after all. I can only think that the blood was a sign of my eardrum perforating again and releasing the build-up behind it that was causing the pressure. I still can't hear properly, though, and it still feels as though I'm inside a bubble. I'll see how it feels tomorrow!
Success - the manager from the retirement home came and visited Dad today and was brilliant. He was really taken with her..... at least until after she'd gone and he discovered she'd dropped a lighter on the floor! Oh dear - I THINK I managed to convince him that she almost certainly wouldn't smoke inside the retirement home! Anyway, not only has he booked up to go for a day visit in a week and a half's time, she's also arranged to pick him up tomorrow and take him over there for a cup of tea and an hour getting to know people. Fingers crossed he will still be as enthusiastic when he comes home. And thank you, God, for leading us straight to a place which has a good reputation and where I think Dad will be as happy as he could possibly be in such an environment, given the fact that the Methodist Home at Freshwater was closed down.
Wonder if I will get to take the boys to a firework display tomorrow. I've promised we'll go as long as their bedroom floor is tidy before then. This as a response to treading, barefoot, on a sticklebrick!