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I can walk! Thanks everyone
Methinks the purrs are working their usual magic
I can walk! Not very quickly but without feeling I might fall over and only some stiffness and discomfort rather than pain. I managed to get to the shop over the road without using a crutch (I hate taking a crutch when shopping- tryng to handle the crutch and carrier bags on the stairs is a recipie for an accident and with two bannisters I am able to climb the stairs but I'll take it to work) and as befits my jetsetter lifestyle I did the important stuff- cleaning the litter box. My boss called to see if I would be in and I told her yes but I can only walk slowly and I really can't stand for any length of time so as I said "Isn't it great I have a job where I can sit on my a*** all day long?" as I have said before she does have a sense of humour and laughed at that Anyway everything is organised for the morning- before i go to bed I'll put my clothes in the living room so all I have to do is get up and I can leave Dave in peace, walk to the cab office (2 doors down- I'll come back on the tube through otherwise it will get very expensive but my foot will be sore and stiff first thing) and I make it to work (and just bet my main consultant the lovely Davy G thinks it is outrageous that I can't claim the cab fare back after all he does it all the time!) And Dunzi appears to have stopped trying to kill us- she's still a bit shocked after last night- it really wasn't deliberate honest but we decided to raid the Chinese for tea and when I went to get it she must have slipped out and I didn't realise until an hour or so later even then I just thought she was hiding but i opened the front door on the off chance and there she was! Sarsi is having the day off from Hoomins- she does this every so often, she turns up at mealtimes (of course!) then goes back to one of her hidey holes that we know nothing about to plot the downfall of the Hoomin race In the meantime I've just realised Dunzi who is sitting next to me headbutting and kneading is quite happily kneading a new pair of tights I just put out for the morning! Tomorrow I get back to work and I get back to chasing the district nurses to sort Dave out and we get back to getting him out (Quiz night on Wednesday? A possibility but not sure don't want to re do this sprain!) Once again thanks for all the purrs Lesley Slave of the Fabulous Furballs |
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Various updates
Got up Monday and was pleased to find the worse problem was getting my
tights over the strapping- it's no easy and left me with one of those pairs if tights that have massive holes but at least not where anyone can see them! Then again that could have been because they had been pre treated by Dunzi's claws. I've made it to work all week although the next person to call me "Hoppalong" is dead and I maimed a commuter yesterday. He was running and not looking where he was going and cannoned into me effectively pushing the crutch away so I had to struggle to get it back in place and that hurt. I could live with this but his muttered " you shouldn't use the tube in the rush hour" as far as I am concerned counts as provocation and it's amazing how much weight you can apply (especially if you're as large as me) through the ferrule of a crutch when you've "accidentally" (He nearly knocked me over I was struggling to get my balance honest) put the ferrule on the foot of a prat who has just annoyed you! Let's say he didn't walk off Best comment of the week was from Ricky at work "Darling- two different shoes! Interesting fashion statement but it doesn't work" A couple of people have asked why I didn't just stand on the cat (although equal numbers first question was "Is the cat okay?") to which my reply was along the lines of "Her vet bills are a lot dearer than mine" Bev was a bit funny when I got back to work although she praised me for coming in saying that a lot of people would have seen this as two or three weeks off on a certificate on Monday when she caught me asking someone else if they could take my post up- there was a lot of it and I wasn't 100% sure I could carry that and the crutch and handle the stairs so she was like "I said you had to be 100% fit to come back" and I was like " I have to be a bit careful but needing help getting the post upstairs hardly strikes me as a justification for taking the week off" Then again I saved the entire department according to her yesterday when I let them have my secret stash of address labels I can now walk round the house without a crutch and even a short distance outside without one but it feels a bit stiff today so I had the day off Dave's mum got dad to the assessment. From the way she'd been talking before we thought he was going to be in hospital for 2 weeks but it turns out (I find Dave's mum a bit hard to deal with as she will exaggerate things) he had to go along for one day and they'll go back in a few weeks to find out how often if at all he needs to go to the day centre. They've finally been told they have to give up the car (I was worried about the fitness to drive issue), which has driven her into a frenzy about how to get a taxi to have her hair done- she only trusts a hairdresser about 50 miles away (I understand that I have my own favourite hairdressers and a fair share of hair disasters myself) She said the weirdest thing to me she mentioned a friend of hers whose husband had dementia and told me "in the end it was a merciful release". With my grandmother yes, she was so far gone she went beyond the time she recognised my mother and she asked who I was and mum said "My daughter" and she started having a go because the last thing she could recall was my mum aged about 16 and she was shocked mum had had a daughter out of wedlock! For the last 18 months of her life, she might as well have been dead, she sat in a wheelchair staring at nothing and the staff would put her to bed, wash her, dress her etc but we always felt her mind died before her body had and when her body gave up there was a sense of we weren't sad because we'd mourned the loss of her as a person 18 months before But I just find what Dave's mum said a bit creepy. I know she's anticipating grief but this soon? Still we all go through these things on our own timescale Last night I saw Matt whom some of you have been purring for he's now got an appeal about being rehoused, turns out that the last time they looked at his forms they didn't look at the back up statements from his consultant and his GP and should have so now they are considering them-.he has also to his huge surprise been promoted at work to a senior position, which may also put him in the frame to be able to offer Tony a permanent job with steady hours so they and Fuzzbutt could about afford to rent a place privately (although of course Fuzzbutt will not pay being a cat- Often in the mornings when it's cold and I am getting ready for work I anticipate the Hell of the tube and look at the Furballs who have nothing more to anticipate than a snooze after breakfast and I ask myself the crucial question "Which one of us was supposed to be the superior species again?") but he's only on probation in the post and being Matt i.e. a decent guy who doesn't use the system , he wants to make sure if he did get a private flat then he would afford the rent, which he can't be sure of for 3 more months i.e. until he passes probation. In the meantime someone else has moved into where he's currently staying under sufferance and she wants his room so it isn't too pleasant to say the least Hugh's dad has sorted out a paid carer for his mum until they can sort his sister out And there's Dave's and the district nurses. Finally spoke to someone on Monday who seemed to not know what I was talking about and ended the conversation with "Okay we come round tomorrow!" They didn't of course and I called and spoke to the same person on Tuesday who said, "We come round tomorrow!" and slammed the phone down before I could say "But you said that yesterday!" And again they didn't. And I have left messages with the tissue viability nurse team and had no reply. Dave has not had a dressing change for 4 weeks. Okay if he's been discharged that's fine but we need to know. In the meantime, he's wearing a dressing that only 6 weeks ago he was told would have to be changed every week or the consequences would be dire. He can't have a bath or shower with it on without a lot of difficulty and some risk (He's been banned from the shower this week because of my foot) and the skin under the dressing is itching like mad. Dave can't help it sometimes he just has to scratch but we don't know if that isn't damaging the underlying skin. I have finally got him to agree that he will make a complaint on Monday Lesley Slave of the Fabulous Furballs |
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Various updates
Dave's mum called last night (late I don't like that- to me any phone
call between 10pm and 9am tends to be bad news) to say the assessment people have given her a contact number if things get bad and are arranging for someone to take him out for an hour or so a couple of times a week to give her a break,. She's not happy, she wanted him to be taken to the day centre she saw while they were there every day so he could sit and watch telly all day (she told me she "didn't want him cluttering the place up"- charming! She's almost as bad as my mother for tactless remarks although my mother was in a league of her own!) My foot seems to be stiffer than it was but not as painful thankfully and I can almost get my shoe back on (I can squeeze my foot in to it but it's tight and hurts). I am starting to get down about it since the last time I sprained my ankle was not quite 7 years ago and I went to work the next day because we were short staffed then popped into the local walk in centre to get it strapped on the way home and by a week it was more or less okay. Either this is much worse sprain or this is part of that getting old thing- must say I am not impressed so far and find myself humming apt song lyrics (I do this-at the moment I've got the line "What a drag it is getting old" from the Stones "Mother's little helper". I once got off the phone after one of those "We're cutting staff to your department but you won't have to work any harder" calls from the powers above then realised I was humming the Who's "Won't get fooled again") then again what's the alternative to getting old? Yeah I would like to put that off for a while even through I'll see those tabby terrors Fugazi and Isis and Speedy Joe- now that's a point.,,,,if I were to cross the Bridge before the Fabulous Furballs would I have to wait for them? Doesn't sound too bad to me I could skritchie cats all the time not an unpleasant way to spend the afterlife Must stop feeling down about something I have no control over- it's getting better it's just taking longer than I thought it would- obviously it's a worse sprain than the last one and nothing to do with getting on a bit. As Adrian says growing old is compulsory, growing up is not and Mel at the club on Thursday was shocked (as people often are) she thought I was 35-40 and didn't believe I was 50 so there! Dave's saying he wants to go out- I think he's bluffing a bit since I said "Sunday lunch at the Half Moon okay!" I can walk about on carpet and it wouldn't be the end of the World if I had to take the crutch with me for safety reasons and the justification of not going on the grounds a cab makes it expensive is somewhat waived by both of us needing it even through I could get on a bus-not sure about standing through and thankfully so far on the tube either there have been seats or some kind lady (it so far has been women only) has offered me their seat! At this moment, we have tentively pencilled in either grill night at the Half Moon (Tuesday) or Quiz night in the "Bells" (Wednesday). I'd prefer the second we can both walk that far and it's been a long time since I stretched my brain on a quiz night (just before Xmas when I won the quiz where I work)- hey! Keeping fit when you're older does include exercising the brain! (One of my favourite exercises is anything that does not involve physical working out. I walk and I dance but the idea of a gym horrifies me!) Lesley Slave of the Fabulous Furballs |
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Various updates
"Lesley" wrote in message
... Dave's mum called last night (late I don't like that- to me any phone call between 10pm and 9am tends to be bad news) to say the assessment people have given her a contact number if things get bad and are arranging for someone to take him out for an hour or so a couple of times a week to give her a break,. She's not happy, she wanted him to be taken to the day centre she saw while they were there every day so he could sit and watch telly all day (she told me she "didn't want him cluttering the place up"- charming! She's almost as bad as my mother for tactless remarks although my mother was in a league of her own!) My foot seems to be stiffer than it was but not as painful thankfully and I can almost get my shoe back on (I can squeeze my foot in to it but it's tight and hurts). I am starting to get down about it since the last time I sprained my ankle was not quite 7 years ago and I went to work the next day because we were short staffed then popped into the local walk in centre to get it strapped on the way home and by a week it was more or less okay. Either this is much worse sprain or this is part of that getting old thing- must say I am not impressed so far and find myself humming apt song lyrics (I do this-at the moment I've got the line "What a drag it is getting old" from the Stones "Mother's little helper". I once got off the phone after one of those "We're cutting staff to your department but you won't have to work any harder" calls from the powers above then realised I was humming the Who's "Won't get fooled again") then again what's the alternative to getting old? Yeah I would like to put that off for a while even through I'll see those tabby terrors Fugazi and Isis and Speedy Joe- now that's a point.,,,,if I were to cross the Bridge before the Fabulous Furballs would I have to wait for them? Doesn't sound too bad to me I could skritchie cats all the time not an unpleasant way to spend the afterlife Must stop feeling down about something I have no control over- it's getting better it's just taking longer than I thought it would- obviously it's a worse sprain than the last one and nothing to do with getting on a bit. As Adrian says growing old is compulsory, growing up is not and Mel at the club on Thursday was shocked (as people often are) she thought I was 35-40 and didn't believe I was 50 so there! Dave's saying he wants to go out- I think he's bluffing a bit since I said "Sunday lunch at the Half Moon okay!" I can walk about on carpet and it wouldn't be the end of the World if I had to take the crutch with me for safety reasons and the justification of not going on the grounds a cab makes it expensive is somewhat waived by both of us needing it even through I could get on a bus-not sure about standing through and thankfully so far on the tube either there have been seats or some kind lady (it so far has been women only) has offered me their seat! At this moment, we have tentively pencilled in either grill night at the Half Moon (Tuesday) or Quiz night in the "Bells" (Wednesday). I'd prefer the second we can both walk that far and it's been a long time since I stretched my brain on a quiz night (just before Xmas when I won the quiz where I work)- hey! Keeping fit when you're older does include exercising the brain! (One of my favourite exercises is anything that does not involve physical working out. I walk and I dance but the idea of a gym horrifies me!) Lesley I understand your feelings about exercising. I hate the idea of a gym, too. I also prefer exercising my brain. I host a group that plays Trivial Pursuit or some other game once a month, and play other games whenever I get a chance. I've discovered that AARP (a US organization for people over 50) has a website with assorted games and puzzles. It's at http://www.aarpmagazine.org/games/, in case you're interested, and they don't keep out younger people either. A few of them ask your age, but you can be any age to play. Considering all you've been through, and are still going through, it's amazing that you look so young for your age. I think if I'd gone through all that by the time I was 50, I would have looked 65 or 70. I do think you probably just hurt the ankle worse this time. I've sprained ankles several times in the past, and some times were much worse than others. I know it's frustrating, especially with everything else you have on your plate, but baby it as much as you can, and it will get well eventually. Joy |
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On Feb 16, 11:34*am, "Joy" wrote:
On Feb 16, 11:34 am, "Joy" wrote: I understand your feelings about exercising. I hate the idea of a gym, too. I have no problem with exercise per se I walk a lot more than most people as I hate waiting around for buses etc I just fail to get the point of exercising for no more reason than exercising. I do have an exercise bike but haven't used it for years (apart from as a coat rack) because I realised if I got on a bike I wanted to be going somewhere Considering all you've been through, and are still going through, it's amazing that you look so young for your age. I think if I'd gone through all that by the time I was 50, I would have looked 65 or 70. Cheers- it's partly genetic both my parents looked 10+ years younger than they were when they died and as I say to people who wonder which expensive skin cream I use etc (I only really stopped using soap and water on my face about 5 years back now I just use generic face wipes) "It's the formaldehyde from cigarettes and the alcohol I don't look young I'm just preserved and pickled" I do think you probably just hurt the ankle worse this time. *I've sprained ankles several times in the past, and some times were much worse than others. Thanks- you've made me remember the time I was very nearly in plaster! Maybe it's just nowadays I can cosset the ankle more in terms of being able to afford to get cabs etc. Come to think of it in the "Good old days" when I had to struggle to work or lose money etc. It would appear my foot was better but it would take a lot longer to settle down completely, including the time when I thought it was okay and it went again 4 weeks later Lesley Slave of the Fabulous Furballs |
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On Feb 16, 11:34*am, "Joy" wrote:
I understand your feelings about exercising. *I hate the idea of a gym, too. I also prefer exercising my brain. *I - I both play and referree RPG's as well as doing word puzzles, reading a lot and creative writing- in fact my brain is all muscle- just a pity that doesn't translate to the rest of me! Lesley Slave of the Fabulous Furballs |
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Lesley wrote:
I have no problem with exercise per se I walk a lot more than most people as I hate waiting around for buses etc I just fail to get the point of exercising for no more reason than exercising. I do have an exercise bike but haven't used it for years (apart from as a coat rack) because I realised if I got on a bike I wanted to be going somewhere This is a healthy attitude, but for some of us, if we didn't take out the time to exercise for exercise's sake, we'd never get any! I drive to work every day, I have a sit-down job, and most of my hobbies are sedentary activities. I used to love bike-riding, but I now live in a area with huge hills, and I don't enjoy riding in that terrain anymore. It's a disincentive. Also, I don't have a bike, another disincentive. (OK, I have one, but it's extremely dysfunctional and not worth riding.) So I do have to carve time out of my day to "exercise". But I've made it into an enjoyable activity. I've set up a tv and dvd player in front of my treadmill, and each time I work out, I watch an episode of "Heroes". (Or part of an episode, when I'm less motivated!) I still have many eps to go, I'm still watching Season 1. I guess Season 2's not on DVD yet, but I hope it will be by the time I'm done. I'm totally addicted to it, which means I actually look *forward* to exercise time! Joyce -- To send email to this address, remove the triple-X from my user name. |
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Adrian wrote:
wrote: I've set up a tv and dvd player in front of my treadmill, and each time I work out, I watch an episode of "Heroes"... I'm still watching Season 1. I guess Season 2's not on DVD yet, but I hope it will be by the time I'm done. No release date yet for season 2, season 1 was released at the end of August last year so it will probably be then this year, or maybe later if the writers strike delayed it. What I heard was that the strike cause there to be fewer episodes in Season 2. But I don't know whether that will delay the DVD release. Joyce -- To send email to this address, remove the triple-X from my user name. |
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On Feb 16, 12:32*pm, wrote:
So I do have to carve time out of my day to "exercise". But I've made it into an enjoyable activity. I've set up a tv and dvd player in front of my treadmill, and each time I work out, I watch an episode of "Heroes". (Or part of an episode, when I'm less motivated!) That sounds a pleasant way to exercise except of course I'd be too interested in the screen to do more than plod along! Lesley Slave of the Fabulous Furballs |
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