Phew. Tough day. And another one tomorrow. Actually I think tomorrow will be tougher.
Today Daddy came home. I have a mountain (and I'm not exaggerating) of medication to endure he gets on time and in the right order, and in the right quantities, and I have to then make sure that in a week's time that we get a repeat prescription for those that we need, and that we sort out the fact that the hospital thought that Daddy went in with two inhalers, when it's clearly stated in his notes that he had no medication when he went in. (I must have said that at least five times today!) It's really nice to have someone to talk to, and share TV with and eat with, and all those silly little things. We seem to be dealing ok today with the meds and the limited movement, and the difficulty getting up the stairs - we managed once already but the real test will be bed time! Daddy has decided that he needs to do exercise so we're going to go for a walk tomorrow - just out the front gate and back, but hopefully that'll increase Daddy's confidence more and he'll keep getting stronger. He's aiming to be able to help me with the washing up. I think that's a big aim, but I don't want to be negative.
Being negative in the cat situation is impossible to avoid since I finally bit the bullet and made the final appointmet. After four o'clock tomorrow we will only have one cat in our house. I don't really want to dwell on it, so if you want to leave supportive messages (and I know there are people who will) could you keep the "I'm sorry about Sweepy comments to a minimum. Just commenting to say something ordinary - or to ask for me to gush about how much fun I had on Friday night and how I'm still completely obsessed by Christian Kane's smile would be good since I'm trying to combat my pain by focusing on the good things that have happened, which include talking to Daddy a lot, and gushing about CK's gorgeous smile, and listening to Kane a lot. I'm such a silly little fangirl. I do know I'm doing the right thing by Sweepy though. Poor kitty, I hope they don't scare her too much, and that she doesn't think I'm 'getting rid' of her.
I think that's about it, oh, the intermediate care team are coming to see us tomorrow, so we should be more organised by tomorrow evening. That'll be good, because it means that we can badger them about things that they haven't told us about like repeat priscriptions and when Daddy has to go for this blood test that they've given him the notice for.
We had a little bit of a set to this afternoon, which must have scared the neighbours - since it was loud and I haven't made a peep since seven weeks ago! We sorted it out, but I had a bit of a tantrum and made my throat sore. It did turn out that I was right, but on the plus side of the fact that we had an argument (silver lining!) it kept Daddy's mind off his first six o'clock at home without drinking. He hasn't mentioned fags or booze except for noticing that it was quarter to seven, and that was just a passing comment. So we're doing well. I think.
I feel a bit weird really, but I reckon that's to be expected. I'm also tired, but I don't particularly want to go to bed straight after Daddy, just in case he needs me before he gets to sleep. *sigh*
Being negative in the cat situation is impossible to avoid since I finally bit the bullet and made the final appointmet. After four o'clock tomorrow we will only have one cat in our house. I don't really want to dwell on it, so if you want to leave supportive messages (and I know there are people who will) could you keep the "I'm sorry about Sweepy comments to a minimum. Just commenting to say something ordinary - or to ask for me to gush about how much fun I had on Friday night and how I'm still completely obsessed by Christian Kane's smile would be good since I'm trying to combat my pain by focusing on the good things that have happened, which include talking to Daddy a lot, and gushing about CK's gorgeous smile, and listening to Kane a lot. I'm such a silly little fangirl. I do know I'm doing the right thing by Sweepy though. Poor kitty, I hope they don't scare her too much, and that she doesn't think I'm 'getting rid' of her.
I think that's about it, oh, the intermediate care team are coming to see us tomorrow, so we should be more organised by tomorrow evening. That'll be good, because it means that we can badger them about things that they haven't told us about like repeat priscriptions and when Daddy has to go for this blood test that they've given him the notice for.
We had a little bit of a set to this afternoon, which must have scared the neighbours - since it was loud and I haven't made a peep since seven weeks ago! We sorted it out, but I had a bit of a tantrum and made my throat sore. It did turn out that I was right, but on the plus side of the fact that we had an argument (silver lining!) it kept Daddy's mind off his first six o'clock at home without drinking. He hasn't mentioned fags or booze except for noticing that it was quarter to seven, and that was just a passing comment. So we're doing well. I think.
I feel a bit weird really, but I reckon that's to be expected. I'm also tired, but I don't particularly want to go to bed straight after Daddy, just in case he needs me before he gets to sleep. *sigh*