What happened with my mother this Xmas? Well, another piece of spine crumbled [she has osteoporiasis] and so she could not go anywhere. I went to see her Xmas day morning but she had to spend all day at the care home. The doctor had prescribed pain relieving patches that didn’t seem to work at first, but were working by mid January and she began walking again using the frame.
I was eventually persuaded by the District Nurse to tell the doctor how I was feeling. This resulted in me been prescribed anti-depressants and I feel so much better now after a month. I have realised that not only had I not taken on board my illness [or my penance as it should be better known], but also all the fiasco of moving had taken it’s toll.
Of course, looking back my attitude to everything was ‘whatever’ and I had no appetite. Alan was upset because I was leaving more than I was eating, and he decided it was his cooking, I was more content with a bag of crisps and some chocolate. Now I eat most of my meal and just have chocolate for dessert.
I also am more decisive and assertive, knowing what I want done, and when. All the boxes and bags have at last been emptied now that my head is clearer, and I can sort all the bookshelves out now there is space!
