Well, this is as frustrating as everything else. I'm trying to insert a picture here but as usual blogger has its own ideas. It keeps telling me it's done it but voila - no picture.
Well the Artist has been moved to the local specialist stroke unit for rehabilitation. He's feeling extremely sorry for himself and his movement is limited although he can now sit and stand - a big improvement on this time last week. I've contacted just about every government and local government agency in the last week and filled in over 100 pages of forms - we need to get out of this place before the Artist can come home, basically. At least that's the way it's looking. So I'm working on that basis.
The car is sitting out the front like a huge white elephant - MOT just expired, tax just about to go, no way or where for me to move it. A known fault that we haven't been able to fix and a duff headlight. I can't even sell the bloody thing. I've applied for a garage but of course there is a waiting list - you have to wait until somebody gets sent down for fencing stuff out of theirs before they become free. I'm sure that's not actually true.
Anyway, paradise has never looked rosier - a shame it's so far away. Poesy for all of you interested is permanently on hold - was going to relaunch in October but will wait for things to settle down.
4 comments:
I think the feeling sorry is a normal trait after a stroke. It sounds very familiar. I wish there were way we could help you during this time.
I know, I know. He's just so different from February. I think he felt that the one earlier in the year was just a thing and that he was not a stroke vitim per se. He assured me, not very long ago, that he was not ever going to have another.
Don't underestimate the power of the written word - in the real world I'm actually quite isolated but here I have people who nod hello and people who stop to pass the time of day - I blogged once before that this (cyberspace) was the new village.
The hospital think he is rather withdrawn, too, and the information coming to John has not been great so far but this may be because he is not asking - they are going to try and sort out a meeting with his consultant, me and John tomorrow.
I'll be off to see him today and it's like waiting to go on holiday when you're are a child - I feel ridiculously excited - like a second date.
Enough of my waffle - thanks Vickie and everyone.
I hope you had a good 'date' :). Just to let you know I'm thinking of you both. And I know it's low on your list of priorities, but I have started writing again, after a gap of years and years - may have something for posey when you feel like it again. Take care x
Depression, getting emotional, and short attention span seem to be normal. After my mom had her stroke, she watched a lot of television because she didn't have the ability to concentrate on reading and such. Even today, she gets more emotional than she used to and she is otherwise fine. I can only urge you to be strong during this difficult time and to make sure that you take some time for yourself. Even if it is only time for a hot bath and a good cry. Take the time for you.
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