It’s hilarious really. With my loss of muscle tone and strength, which dissipated with alarming rapidity, I have to use bed pans. I have every intention of this being a temporary thing and if not fully regained, at least yanking some of that independence back.
The staff is wonderful. Nothing too much of a bother and indeed we get a few giggles out of it all. The bed is a work of art and comes with all the bells and whistles and screeching objections…..they can even weigh you in it when it is too much hard work to lift the body from the floor onto the scales. I’ve lost over 30 kg since my diagnosis which was a pretty horrendous addition at first. And this is in spite of my very recent addiction to lollies and Coke! Never have I eaten so many lollies…I try to stick to no artificial colouring, flavours etc, but I can’t bear sugarless Coke. So skin and bone right now, covered in purple bruises but this will change. They look a tad ugly now they’re fading.
At least that pesky cannula has been removed…not used but it was there in case of emergency. Kirk could not see why it was still in place on the fourth day…apparently they should only be left in place for a few days each time.Thank goodness for Captain Kirk!
We are working on flying me home to my fur babies, family and veranda next Tuesday. The flight costs in excess of 15 grand. Flying Doctors is a fantastic organisation and when I get stronger I’ll try fund raising somehow. If needed for further appointments here with Kirk, it will be arranged. Talk about feeling special!
Robbie Williams is on TV at the moment singing before the fireworks in Sydney. I might still be awake by then. The steroids keep me awake. My typing is excruciatingly slow with little use of my left arm. Breaking that didn’t help me at all! Thankfully I am not the only viewer disgusted and disappointed with Robbie Williams’ efforts. A few kind hearted face book friends thought I was harsh and ‘starting’ rumours. The ladies who bring the meals and some of the older nurses agreed with my views today and we had a good chat about it. He’s a middle aged jerk with still a little talent, and thinks he can get away with the same groping he obviously indulged in years ago. Take it carefully Robbie, is my view. Aussies must be more prudish than our British cousins after all!
Moving on….. those who know me well will recall how much I have admired Jackie Kennedy over the years. Brilliant, strong, caring and oh so graceful always. She blew my mind as a child – especially when JFK who was my hero before that, was so cruelly assassinated.
Her grace stuck with me from that day. Her fashion influenced me greatly. One of her gorgeous dresses (Designer of course but expertly recreated by my mother) was styled for bridesmaid’s gowns when my second sister married. Gawky kid at the time with glasses, it was not the ideal colour for me, but made from gorgeous embroidered silk organza (I think), it looked good. I repeated the style several times while married to my first husband who always had functions we had to dress formally for.
This is the bride’s maid dress but we had round necklines. No pearls but a pretty diamante cross as our ‘gift’ for doing the right thing for my sister. I still have it.
And this gingham check was a house dress for me, years later for me when my daughter was a toddler.
I tried the Pillbox hat but didn’t think it suited me. Living in NZ back then these fashions were dateless. Later in Perth, a jacket was added and I was ready for work.
Grace Kelly and Audrey Hepburn influenced me then too, and on the far end of the scale Bridgett Bardot was a player too.
I was sad when she married Onassis… too old for her but with money I guess. Her Capri pants and short T shirts were the go for me too….especially navy blue and white, and striped.
Nothing like some of the crud I wear today!
Anyway, enough of my memories of those particular days for now. I have to sleep. The nurses woke me at 9pm out of a deep sleep. Still very tired but it will be better tomorrow after rest.
Take care everyone….I’ll be back with more memories later. It will no doubt bore you all stupid.