Saturday I discovered a message on the phone from Friday, from the Royal. Apparently we’d missed an appointment! Fortunately they knew I had been because of the ECG. So I rang the number and got the Bone Marrow Transplant Unit but no-one could help so I had to ring after 14:00 on Sunday. Apparently I had a clinic appointment we didn’t know about and I should have had a lung test but it looks like my crystal ball is on the blink.
So… we get another trip to the Royal on Friday to breath heavily and hang about the clinic so they can squeeze us in and then my holiday starts on Monday! Uh, er, Mrs.
Meanwhile back at the mother in law’s (I’m thinking of changing the subtitle to mother-in-law, myeloma & no knitting or sewing). I went round yesterday while the Falls Adviser called round at about, remember about, 11:30, that about is very important. According to Mary 11:45 is not about, 11:50 is certainly not about and 11:55 is definitely not about! Maybe I should ring and let them know that she had the Monday club to go to in the afternoon because it wasn’t fair if she missed that.
When the Falls Adviser did arrive she tripped over the door threshold which apparently went to show she was in the right job! There was no advice she could give Mary as she was too healthy! No heart disease, blood pressure, stroke, diabetes, could see okay with her glasses, was going for a hearing test (even though she isn’t deaf). It’s like déjà vu – ‘I can hear you okay.’ ‘That’s because I’m shouting.’ ‘Well talk normally.’ ‘Okay then.’ ‘I can hear that’.
Apparently water infections/any infection can cause falling and when we had the weeing in a pot escapade just after she fell she did indeed have a water infection. Other than that she needed to pick her feet up as my father in law was always telling her.
On the way to the front door, the Falls Adviser remarked to me that Mary was ‘A little angel.’ Did she mean it, erm, you decide!
I would like to point out that Mary thinks about us, even though nobody bothers about her – I know this because she tells me, I think it’s just in case I don’t know from our conversations. Whilst making a cup of tea for Mary
Me: ‘I go into hospital next Monday.’
Mary: ‘How long for?’
Me: ‘A month.’ – There no point saying up to a month as she’d want to know why I wasn’t home and why Bernard was having to do everything.
Mary: ‘Well, what about my appointment for my ears syringed.’
Me: ‘That’s this Thursday.’
Mary: ‘Oh, yeah. Don’t put too much milk in that.’