I had intended to take a photo of the beautiful and delicious coffee and walnut cake that one of my daughters made for my birthday recently. Most of the family popped in to wish me well and I am afraid the ravening horde descended on the cake and there are only crumbs left. It was so good.
We fetched my husband home from hospital yesterday. He is still quite weak but installed in front of the TV watching the rugby match between England and France. I have had quite enough excitement lately and can't cope with any more tension so have come to hide upstairs with my laptop. I daresay I will creep down shortly to see how things are going, rather as one of daughters did when watching the Daleks on Dr.Who! She was so scared of them she would back out of the room with her eyes stilled glued to the TV screen, closing the door as she went, and would peep through a tiny crack so as not to miss anything.
Twenty four hours ago I had never seen a nebuliser or a portable oxygen machine, and after finding them rather scary and daunting I am now far more confident in using them though we did have two false starts with the nebuliser. (Is that the right spelling?). I had so much information given to me that my head was spinning, but most of it must have sunk in and there were some printed instructions with diagrams, though they never seem to look exactly like the thing you are trying to fathom out. It all seems to be working as my husband has been pottering about for a few minutes every now and then throughout the day and has started eating 'proper' food. A very satisfactory first day at home.
I'd better go and see if England need me to cheer them on. Fingers crossed they can manage on their own.
The only way - I have decided that the only way to get through these last few days until next Thursday and moving day is to catalogue a list of things which must be done ...
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