Aug 22, 2012 10:26
We had the worst outside but inside it was bearable: Ed tried the airco but complaint it did blow hot air: logical, he did not close the windows. That I did later myself and
at evening I did and put in a little white lie: it is blowing colder now. That only came later and in the bedroom it was 19, and in daytime, when the door to the living was open, it there was 21, very pleasant.
Now Ed thinks he did repair all, well, if it makes him happy...
But why yesterday the d***n thing had to be switched of for the night, while it was on for 48 hours now, still puzzles me, so very early I did swits it on again.
His comment: my foult, at 1 o'clock in the night I should have done a round through the house to open all the small upper windows...
I really do not know: is this beginning dementia or the vast amount of painkillers?
And nothing can be taken of, for he tries to hide the pain, but more and more falls from his hands, he is less and less able to do things for himself.
I only wish there was some me-time left, while I hardly dare to go out for a shopping or to physio, while the mess, when I do come home is great.
well, that's life, and it slowly gets cooler again, that's a +