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Birthday Lunch

The MOTH took me out for lunch today at Bankstown Sports Club. We ate at the bistro, which always has good food. I had the veal scallopini and he had fish of the day, which was Barramundi. The scallopini came with prawns, a first for me, and no, I didn’t eat them! It was nice though. MOTH really enjoyed his fish, chips and salad and it was really nice to be out and have someone else prep the food. The JD and dry was nearly $7 each in the Bistro, but when we strolled out to the outdoor area, the bar just inside only charged $5.20. Maybe I’ll buy my drink at that bar┬ánext time, before going in for lunch.

When we went out to the outdoor gaming area, we each put $5 in a 10c machine and had that gobbled up straight away. MOTH tried the 5c next to it, but the same thing happened so we decided to move on. We went to the cashier to break a $20, and MOTH put $5 in a 1c machine. We were there for nearly an hour, and had up to $80 in there at one point, but we pulled out at $50, so there was our afternoon paid for. It was really good to finally get out together again – it doesn’t happen very often!

By the way, my birthday was last month. MOTH has tried to get me organised and out, but I’ve had a really hectic schedule for the last 6 weeks. We always try and do my birthday lunch at the Sports Club so I can use my birthday credits they give every year.

An Epic Adventure…

It was such a huge day on Wednesday, it has taken me until Friday evening to write about it! It started with leaving the house at 8:25am to catch the bus to Lidcombe, jump on a train to Parramatta and change there for Katoomba. After a nice little walk, I got to the hospital at 11:40am to see Dad. They have moved him there for rehabilitation, as it goes at a slower pace and he may be able to handle it much better.

He was asleep when I got there, but soon woke up when I put the coffee on his table. He was kicking the mat away that the nurses told me was alarmed so he couldn’t sneak around of a night. He tried going out the other side of the bed so the nurses put that rail up to slow him down. We sat and talked for a bit, and the Occupational Therapist, Tara, introduced herself and asked us a series of questions about Dad’s living arrangements and what he did with himself before the stroke happened. I say “us”, as Dad couldn’t answer all the questions by himself so I had to answer quite a few for him. Dad was also more interested in the medication trolley as it made its way around the room with the lovely nurses, he has the attention span of a gnat.

Tara finished with us, and Dad had some panadol, then it was time for lunch. He didn’t want the food the hospital was serving, so I made sure he was allowed to go and took him to the kiosk for lunch. We both had plain hamburgers, and they were quite yummy. Dad was happy to have a bite of real food – something to sink his teeth into. He’d been complaining of no bread, so I’m sure the bun helped. I know Allan and Julie have taken him some lovely food, but I don’t know if it’s been the minced food he’s been having in the hospital diet, or something he can chew on. I got him a Pepsi Max too, and encouraged him to drink up, as he needs the fluids and he’s not drinking water. They do threaten him with the drip though, so he’ll take a sip of water while they are watching. That’s no-where near enough

While we were having lunch, he wanted the newspaper so I got that for him. He’s been keeping up with current affairs and all the happenings in the world. I take that as a good sign. He’s able to discuss what is going on and give his point of view. When he discusses past events, however, he tends to get them somewhat confused. In both instances, he still struggles for words, but you can get the gist of what he is saying and help him with the blanks.

He has tape on his wound, as they told me it had become infected in a small part of the cut. I’m not surprised, the amount he has worried at it. He’s constantly picked at it, ever since they removed his restraints in intensive care. He opened it back up when I went for coffee for him during one of my visits to Nepean. I’m sure it will eventually heal, and now that he is in rehab, he may be more occupied by external factors and not pick at himself.

I didn’t want to leave him, as I felt I hadn’t been there very long, but it was nearly two hours, and I wanted to make sure I got back to Katoomba station for the train home. They only depart hourly, so I didn’t want miss it. It was a beautiful day and I enjoyed the walk back, and it’s not too far anyway, about 15 minutes. I had to change trains at Parramatta, and again at Lidcombe to get back to Bankstown for the bus back to Condell Park. MOTH came and met me at the bus stop, as he needed to get supplies for the household and thought he would pick me up whilst at the shops.

I was so relieved to finally be home though, and that was at about 4:50pm. I was totally exhaustipated…. and I had to cook dinner! It was a simple steak and chips, and everyone was happy with that – lucky for them, as there was going to be nothing else. It took me a long time and a valium to wind down, but I eventually fell asleep in my chair in front of the television. I can’t even remember what was on. All in all though, it was a really good day, as I really relaxed on the trains and read my book and I found this preferable to driving there and feeling stressed. It takes an hour each way longer, but for me, I think it’s worth it.

The week that was….

That’s another week down in the life of the manic monkey, thank god the mania is starting to calm down. MOTH did point out over coffee this morning that I am still hard to deal with (thanks for the reminder) and that I hadn’t taken my risperdal….. oooohhhhh how I hate those little tablets. They make me feel seasick and dry of mouth, but at least they do have the desired effect of slowing me down somewhat. So, of course, after the shopping expedition this morning I took it and my feet slowly came back to earth with a resounding thud. It does stop the mania from burning me out though, as you can only keep going for so long before the body starts to give out.

The shopping was good, no crowd, got what we needed easily, and got home all before 10am. That meant that MOTH didn’t get to a couple of shops he wanted, but he will insist on being there before most of them open. He can get his bits at Bass Hill though, so no loss. It was lovely and quiet at Bankstown this morning, mostly due to Ramadan. I’ve never personally agreed with the whole fasting thing that goes with religion, but then I don’t agree with most formal religion anyway. I do understand the concept of going without in order to gain a greater appreciation for all that we have, but don’t feel the need to practice this myself. I am a true believer in all good things come to those who wait. Instant gratification can be good, but not at the expense of other necessities. Having said that, I did try on a pair of skinny jeans this morning, and ended up buying them, but they were only $8 and were instantly gratifying.

I caught up with Miss P today for lunch and cuppa’s. We have so much fun catching up for a good ol’ chinwag, weighing up what we’ve been told by different people. Many might call it gossiping or bitching, but I prefer touching base and cutting through the bullshit. When you get people who tell one person one thing, and the next person something else, it can be quite interesting to get to the bottom of the real story. Maybe the lies become too much and they can’t keep up with who has been told what, and so on. Anyhoo, I find it interesting if I have been asked for advice and it is totally disregarded for the exact polar opposite of what I’ve said, everything turning to crap, and then lie to cover up the mess. I find out the truth in the end, I’m not as silly as I look or come across.

It was good to see the MOTH’s good mate today. He’s taking the MOTH out next Sunday for a big Boy’s Night Out. Gotta say I’m really looking forward to it, the MOTH really needs to get out and now he has a plan. And about time too. He has spent the last 14 years taking excellent care of Jay and I, to the point of having done practically nothing for himself in that time. I only hope his health and fitness hold. He is still fighting off a chest infection that has been going on for months, and his back has been giving him more grief than usual since the cold snap hit last week. He just got over Jesus’ 50th birthday party, (that was outdoor at night 3 weeks ago) and then decided to give the lawns a crack on his own. He got most finished, but our backyard needs doing still and that won’t happen this week (I’ll make sure of that!).

Anyway, all in all it was a good week and I’m glad to finally be coming down a bit more. Hopefully I won’t need the tablets in the day for much longer as they make for a long day (and dry!). Stay good at what you do and keep smiling, it’ll keep everyone guessing….