Hmm. Well there's really not all that much to update. Swap with day four's blog entry pedi for mani, fussy for bossy, Miles for Annette, Georgie and Penny and you're pretty much on top of things.
Mummy continues to look better and better. I always think she looks great every morning but by the next she looks even better. She's now totally tube free. And zimmerframe free. Sarah took her on her walk today - a free woman! And food! Well she eats things. She was happy with my smoothie choice today (phew) and then there was turkey mince (urgh!) and a 'fruit segments' which she had an argument with the poor food lady about (another sign of progress in recuperation). I have a very acute illness: Lazysomethinglatin. Despite my best intentions to be tending at my Mother's bedside at all hours I'm afraid this infliction limits me. Mornings are particularly diffiicult for me where I'm bedbound so this morning, well, that's lying, this afternoon - I didn't get there till after midday.
Mummy enjoyed her minced turkey lunch (oh Carleton oh Carleton) while I had my breakfast. Then Mother expertly laid in bed fast asleep but with her arms contorted for manicure precision. She's a full scarlet woman now: toes and fingers. We've been offered the ward 'suite' which is HUGE with a perfect London wide view but humble Mummy (after working out the complicated logistics of furniture removal and redec II the whole thing sounding a big fat bore) has opted for keeping with her cosy spot. She's almost certain to be released (I think the word is discharged but long enough at hospital with a cuisinary highlight of microwaved-from-frozen-and-dipped-in-crude-milky-sauce haddock legitimises 'release') on Thursday morning. The 'Prof' thinks she'll be up riding horses again after Christmas. So all this saga really means is a couple of weeks off the hunting season and the Christmas shopping done online (again, phew!). Meanwhile I'm intent on teaching her everything she's refused for a decade: how to text, how to blog, how to use gmail, how to work the radio, how to everything... so really it's doing the world a favour. My mother is going to emerge tumourless and somewhat technically ept. Then perhaps Ma could teach Pa... PAAAHHH.
The nurse situation has been particularly crap today. Elma, competent and fine. Not nasty. Not smelly. A pronouncable name. A pleasant personality. Really boring - nothing to complain, rename or rave about.
Thanks again for all the messages. We just got all the chilham domain name emails forwarded on - THANK YOU! There are so many and it really cheers up the morning (/midday) routine.
Charlotte
1 comment:
Hi Tessa
I heard from Carleton last Thurs pm that you had just had your op OK and since then I've been minus internet in Brussels.
Yes I know that sounds implausible but I'm setting up a studio there and had to get broadband installed; Belgacom have been inordinately slow but finally.....today.....the man from Belgacom came ....and I'm in touch with the world again.
So Ive just read your blog and caught up with your news via Charlotte's fantastic pieces of writing- such fun to read but they give a real sense of your progress too.
I imagine you are now at the stage of wanting to escape from the Royal Free and I hope that by the time you read this you'll be back in Chilham.
You may want some peace and quiet for a while but I'll come and see you- if youre up to it- at some point after I get back to the UK (3Dec).
SO glad the op is over and that youre on the mend
all best wishes
helen (Kirwan!)
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