Sorry for not writing but I’m using not being well as my excuse. I’ve had infections that I left for too long, they had to be attacked with strong anti-biotics, creams and pessaries. The Nurse is lumbered with dressings twice a week again.
A maternal cousin, who was only eight years older than me and also had MS, has died, which made me feel great! We went to his funeral which was in a village near here, Harthill, my mother’s home village, as a matter of fact.
Yes, my mother also went, because she can get into a car my cousin took her but because I need to be in my motorised wheelchair I couldn’t get in a car and so had to have a special taxi, therefore usually a foreign driver who wouldn’t know how to get to Harthill! Problem number one.
It’s a good job I know the way. Problem number two, that was when I was driving [about 15 years ago], but a nosey on Google Earth soon showed me any changes. So we were all set.
So we thought, but problem number three. Because it was a wheelchair taxi I was having to travel backwards. This left us in a situation of me having to tell Alan, who didn’t know the way either, and him having to tell the driver where to turn etc. Another good point for Google Earth.
All went as expected apart from a renewed interest in my rellies. [as if I needed that prompt!] I was annoyed by everyone thinking my mother was so marvelous, but as the only surviving member of that generation I suppose that was to be expected.
Then we had to come back, not easy with no post-code and the girl being stupid! Another foreign driver who this time didn’t know where Halfway was! This time Alan knew the way and it is a straight run anyway. We were meeting my daughter in the local pub so we were going straight there - that created another problem but the pub is on the same road that he was driving on so no problem after all.
Anyway that was that.
And guess what? I got another two infections - I HATE ANTI-BIOTICS.
