Saturday obviously dawned better for me than it did for the poor buggers in Christchurch. Really helps to put your own issues in perspective. Also made me think about how I'd get my meds, etc if the quake had been here in Wellington.
The weather was nice so we took the opportunity to get out and do a couple of things - haircut (much needed), drop some stuff off at the doctors (my fluid flow study), Mitre 10 for some screws and then up to the tavern for a brief socialise and in my cases a glass of lemonade. Nice to see those people again after so long.
As an aside, I'm having to shave with more regularity now. Still doesn't take long and area is quite limited, but all the same, every couple of days I need to shave.
Back home in time for meds, etc and pottered around for the afternoon while Ruth went off and did her own thing.
Survived being on my own until Ruth S returned around 5pm and we settled in for the night, which went rather smoothly. If I'm late with my 4pm meds, it does have an impact on subsequent sessions, normally resulting in an extra top up along the way. This was the case on Saturday.
Sunday was a bit of the same. Out to do some things first thing, home for midday meds then on my tod until 4:30ish. Ruth S came to hold the fort until Moira arrived a bit later on, but she'd rung to make sure I took my meds at 4pm.
For whatever reason, my throat just didn't settle yesterday afternoon and true to form it ended up as being a somewhat wild ride for the drugs last night. Top up at around 6:30pm, another at 9pm (usually only one at 8pm), the 2am was replaced with a 4am and believe me I'm absolutely shattered today. Sleep as it was was really disjointed, kept on feeling hot and couldn't get that temperature down (possibly not helped by the extra drug intake), all too frequent loo stops, etc.
The other point of note was last night, for the first time in this whole process, I broke down and cried. The weight of it all finally broke down my defences and I let it all loose. Fortunately both Ruth S and Moira , my guardian angels, were here to pick up the pieces (thanks heaps ladies). I just needed to get out the pressures I am under, the frustration with the slow healing process (regardless of how well everyone says it is going), the whole amount of time this has taken and what we've all endured along the way. From the outset, we said we'd beat this, and early indications are we have done that, but the cost has been bloody significant as well. It wasn't a case of feeling sorry for myself, more a case of letting off steam I suppose that has been bottling up for goodness knows how long.
Needless to say, this also impacted on my restless night and the tears, etc also had an impact on my throat.
This morning I'm still a bit tender / emotional and not quite what I'd call in control, but we'll get there and I'll be back on course hopefully by the end of the day.
Aims for this week are optician tomorrow - test as part of the diabetes diagnosis, Brian is coming to see me on Wednesday to do my first bit of "real" work and apart from that it is finding various foods to try and exercise the swallow muscles required for eating. Had some jelly on Friday with mixed success (again expected too much probably), had a mouthful of a banana smoothie on Friday night that didn't go down well at all, so this week could be things like mashed potato (KFC yuumm), scrambled eggs, dairy foods and more jelly, possibly sweetened with ice cream this time. Secret to all of this - baby steps, and don't have high expectations it will "happen" at the first attempt.
Other thing to get on top of is the dental hygiene. Been issues with getting the electric toothbrush in, so hopefully a child's size manual one will overcome that problem.
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