Twellsy, I don’t actually 'like 'this post, of course. I am assuming that the steroids have affected your gums (if I’m wrong please tell me) and strict oral hygiene with prescribed paste and mouthwash will be essential. I’ll pour you a gin - to match mine - and tell you the tale of our day.
Sis and I went out shopping, Mr Bee went to the hospital to have a wrist ganglion checked out (blurry painful thing, incidentally). When we returned to the hive, we found a message on the 'phone from MiL. She had contacted the GP regarding a ‘numb arm’. He was sending an ambulance to take her to hospital. Mr Bee dispatched himself to pick up the Hospital Bag from MiL’s house and whizzed off to the hospital. Poor MiL is being kept in, as it is thought that she had had a minor stroke.
We were expecting friends forra takeaway at 19.00, but one of them (District Nurse, aged 61) was running late because of short-staffing grrrr) so I arranged a delivery for 20.00, by which time Mr Bee had returned and had time to 'phone BiL to ‘clue him in’ before our guests arrived for a really rather enjoyable skoff and natter.
We’ll be seeing Sis off, in the morn, and then find out what is going on with MiL. Say a little positive thing for her, Cellarites. She’s 95, has breast cancer and has been coping magnificently with life, but this arm thing is looking a bit concerning.
MiL was (very) openly delighted that she was the oldest lady in her hospital bay, this evening. I don’t think that overnight demise is on the cards for any of the other denizens, so ‘they’ shouldn’t move in a younger specimen by tomorrow. Bloods will be taken, in the morn, but her arm is no longer numb and she has had many tests and scans. She told me that I looked ‘tired’ and I feel ashamed.
So, it’s bed for me, with kindest wishes for Cellarites’ dreams.
Yesterday I hired an estate car, loaded up two large, leather, wing-back reading chairs thar I rescued from the sale of my mother’s house and drove them down to that Westminster to #2 son’s office … & then drove back.
Mostly rainy, though that London was, oddly, all blue sky & fluffy clouds
I missed to turn for the M40 on the way down so ended up on the M1 & came through areas like Cricklewood, Kilburn (I was actually ON Kilburn (& the) High Road so sang my tributes to Ian Dury, bless him) the Edgware Road & round Kensington Gardens, Hyde Park & Victoria before landing in Gt. Smith St.
It was quite the adventure for a boy from the Norff.
I’d rather have done it in the summer though … in the dry & the light.
Remember the heat effect of London; it prevents a fair bit of the rainfall that it might otherwise get. (When I lived in the east we sometimes had stagnant hot air sitting for days…)