Yesterday was another tough one on the nursing front. Archie
dropped in, in the early afternoon. He was there to help get my husband into
bed for a nap. He said that he thought his grandfather was weaker than when he
had last seen him (when was that?) and added, with what sounded like great good
cheer, that he would be here to help for much of the summer. I fear I would
have run as fast as I could, when I was Archie’s age, from any possibility of
having to assist in the physical care of my grandparents.
And in the morning – a day for grandchildren! – we had seen
Lizzie, who is in Edinburgh for a hen party. She seemed in fizzing form. She is
the one who spent a year at the University of Kansas. She has subsequently
graduated from Birmingham University, and has spent much of the year since then
in the antipodes recovering from education. She is now working for a PR firm in
London which seems to deal mostly with food – she has learned to like olives –
and living at home with her parents, Rachel and Ed.
Today continued difficult, with my husband very weak and
sleepy. Our midday carer, an absolute favourite, the man who got the aged Sam
Martinez over to Glasgow to see Hibs lift the Scottish Cup, said he thought it
was a urine infection and bullied me into phoning NHS 24 instead of waiting
until I could phone our own GP tomorrow.
And he was right. The weekend dr has prescribed some
urine-specific antibiotics and we hope for a transformation soon.
I continue to make progress with the Hansel hap. I have
introduced the third coloured stripe, and done the third pattern round (pattern
rounds occur on only one round in six). All the YO’s seemed to line up properly
between the first and the second pattern rounds. The third gave rise to a bit
more anxiety. Having the pattern rounds so far apart makes it somewhat difficult to determine whether everything is in order.
It’s hard to photograph at the moment, as the centre is
drawn up into a sort of bowl as I knit round and round on the borders. I even
began to wonder whether Debbie New’s lace coracle in “Gathering of Lace” had
been inspired by centre-outwards hap-knitting. So I got the book down, and the
answer seems to be, no. It was inspired by coracles. There are lots
of good things in that book. I hadn’t looked at it for a while.
Mary Lou, that is a good idea, to have the Feral Knitter’s
book on my iPad. I have never bought a knitting book that way. I tried a couple
of such cookery books and have abandoned the practice. So I have pre-ordered it
and it rather sounds as if I can’t have the pdf without the physical copy. Your
recommendation, Stashdragon, makes that prospect rather attractive anyway.
Archie always sounds like a sweet young man - I did lots of grandmother caring as a teen, but my grandmother lived with us. Archie has to go out of his way to help, which marks him as an excellent human being. If stashdragon recommends, that's good enough for me!
ReplyDeleteThree cheers for Archie!
ReplyDeleteDo make the most of his youthful abilities.
I hope your husband has a quick response to new antibiotics and feels even a little better soon.
take care of yourself
LisaRR
Woot for Archie! I too did a large amount of grandmother caring from 16-18, mostly of the driving her around, dealing with the O2 tank, and walker/wheelchair variety. It took some strain off my mom (the only other family member around), and I liked hanging out with her, so it was a win-win. Plus, she liked having me drive her, she said I was the best driver in the family! (at 16, and a new driver, that was a huge morale-booster)
ReplyDeleteLooks like I posted Sunday's comment to Saturday's comments. Oh well,,,,,at least I can add that along with his naturally kind nature I think Archie is wise enough to know how lucky he is to HAVE grandparents - a gift more precious than rubies in my opinion. Chloe
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