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Lesley wrote in news:980b5e78-bb86-456c-92a9-
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Another week...

My tooth settled down to the point where I do have a little breathing
space to consider my options- I don't take antibiotics unless I have
to so they kicked in spendidly and it hasn't given me grief for a
week....okay I know I am putting the have it out/root canal decision
off but after just lately I wanted to have a week at work without any
big considerations and I had quite a good one
..
..
Lesley

Slave of the Fabulous Furballs



Having a root canal myself this week. There is a crown there already. I
have very good teeth in general thankfully because too many of these and I
will be in the poorhouse.

"Lesley" wrote in message
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Another week...

And finally out of the blue (or was it Dave complaining?) the district
nurses reappeared..in the form of the "lovely" Cecilia...she says they
tried to call in the last 6 weeks....but got no answer. She's even
written in the notes (left where I can find them) that they tried and
even called the GP who hadn't heard from us....Apart from that Sunday
night 4 weeks ago when I busted my foot Dave hasn't been out so he
would have got a call and anyway they told him they would be round on
a Thursday he waited in for them and there is no explanation of the
times when I called them and get told they would be round the next day
and weren't (this happened 5 times!).

And of course it's Cecelia- calling to tell Dave she's on her way and
is just parking the car (he resisted the urge to say you shouldn't be
on the phone whilst driving) and Cecilia comes in and starts about the
flat being a mess and maybe we should get social services to come and
clean it. I have been doing the best I could but considering it was
only Monday I could get my shoe back on...and more importantly off all
I have really been able to do is keep the kitchen clean (I am still
limping a bit and have been very glad of my friend Jim for helping me
bring shopping back because I still don't have too much in the way of
distance and carrying heavy loads) and I really didn't need her to
come in and criticize...as Dave says to them whenever they they say
"Place needs vacuuming" or whatever "there's the vacuum- knock
yourself out!" They never do

Anyway Cecilia didn't have the right dressing on her so she came back
Friday and put it on so tight that Dave says he can't walk as
well....that will teach him to complain obviously...


That's the kind of stunt the witch nurse I had when I was in hospital would
pull. Or she would lie to the doctor and get him to order extra tests and
cuss me out for not doing what she demanded. Once the night staff had extra
time and, since I wasn't able to sleep the night before and was willing,
gave me a bath. Witch nurse had a fit. To make a long story short. I
demanded that I never be given her again, and was moved to a different ward
the next day. I think it was supposed to be a punishment, I felt as though
I'd been given the kingdom.

But I got to almost the end of February and had a pretty good week so
I call Dave to ask what he needs from the shops at 8.30 on Friday
night after a very nice leaving party for one of our consultants and
all he says is...

"Dad's been taken to hospital"

Turns out Dave's dad has been getting worse all week, At first they
thought it was a UTI (resisted urge to tell Dave;'s mum not to feed
him dry food) but tests came back clear. Then he got so aggressive
Dave's mum called the nurse, who came round and whlst up until now
he's always been fine when they come round- this time he was
aggressive to the nurse and got taken to hospital for assessment. They
had to sedate him heavily when they got him into hospital as he wanted
to escape and kept kicking the doors, there was some talk of having to
have him sectioned but by today he'd calmed down a bit...they've told
Dave's mum not to come and visit because that would make things worse
so she's in a state as well...


Sorry but that dry food crack was way too funny. I'm still giggling as I
write this. Mum deserves this sort of thing. Purrs and sympathy for both
you and Dave,

Pam S.

On Mar 2, 4:43 pm, Outsider wrote:

Having a root canal myself this week. There is a crown there already. I
have very good teeth in general thankfully because too many of these and I
will be in the poorhouse.

Hope it goes okay- I am still tossing up changing dentists especially
as it's starting to look like I may be suddenly called to Scotland,
must check with the boss tomorrow what that qualifies as (have a
horrible feeling it qualifies as unpaid leave) and what are we going
to do with the Fabulous Furballs? An overnight stay out is our limit
(people who don't have pets often cite the inconvenience if they want
to go on holiday as a reason for not having them- I just don't bother
with holidays- why have two weeks of enjoyment at the expense of 52
weeks of it?) and I can only think of one or two people I could rely
on in an emergency to come in and feed/clean trays etc- still one is
Jim the Gardener and I am sure he'd be fine with it. (and the Furballs
love Unka Jim!). The alternative would be to take them with us but
Dave's mum hates cats thinks they're "dirty" etc (and is phobic about
them) so that probably wouldn't be a good idea. ....I think it will
have to be Unka Jim

After a half decent night Dave's dad kicked off again apparently
attacking staff and hospital and trying to demand they let him go.
They're having a meeting this afternoon- Dave;s mum will call us as
soon as she hears but it is looking like he will have to be
sectioned. Dave's mum is at her wit's end as you can imagine and
Dave's really starting to worry about it as well. Apart from anything
else if we have to go how will he get up there?

Keep having this horrible feeling if it happens soon Dave will get
away with saying he can't go so can I go for him? Nah he's not THAT
bad is he? (I'll take the fifth shall I?) Truth is although he doesn't
say much about it I think he's in shock. It has happened very fast-
until just after Xmas, Dave's dad was pottering along, doing well on
pills and even a couple of weeks ago he could hold a lucid
conversation. Apparently vascuar dementia goes like this, long periods
of steadiness then dramatic declines which can only be stabilised and
not reversed. Dave's mum keeps saying how she's so lonely they've
hardly ever slept apart in years and she's just hoping with some new
drugs he can come home.

That scares me- she's told me, he's picked up a kitchen knife and told
her he wanted to stab her. ..Amongst other incidents..its' not him
talking it;s the dementia but I worry about that if he does come home.

Still we shall have to see....today I had a day off work, which was a
good thing as otherwise with this head cold I would have had to call
in sick, which I wouldn't want to do. not after last month. Of course
being my sinuses are producing impressively large amounts of gunk the
pressure as always makes my teeth ache so I don't know whether it's
that tooth playing up or my sinuses but as it's more than one tooth
I'm going for sinuses.

Had to laugh someone else somewhere else here has posted one of those
"How stressed are you?" quizes- turns out I'm having a mid life crisis
and am just 39% stressed! Then again looking down the list of
stressful events every year bar one (2005 and even the jury's out on
that one) since 1993 I have had one if not two stressful events a year
so I guess I must be getting good at them!

At least I can console myself by a conversation I had Friday, I had
popped into the "Bells" to see who was about (Hoping for Unka Jim, my
foot still isn't right and bless him he'll help where he can) and was
sitting there reading the news and generally having that wonderful
feeling that comes from "it's Friday and I have a 3 day weekend in
front of me" when a voice said "Mind if I sit here?" It was one of the
regulars Tony AKA "Vodka Tony" for his favoured tipple. Tony's an old
ex-navy guy and I'm not that keen on him but I'm always polite he has
a very bad habit of talking when you're reading

Anyway he moaned "Woke up this morning without any vodka in the house.
Terrible. Can't start the day without a large one, can you? You do of
course drink first thing in the morning don't you?"

Nope Tony, I ain;t that bad yet and the day I find myself pouring any
alcoholic beverage be it small or large at 7am is the day I get help
so I guess I'm managing...for the moment

Lesley

Slave of the Fabulous Furballs

Just got a call from Dave's mum- his dad has been sectioned for 28
days..........

Maybe I will be pouring that large one at 7am tomorrow....I just
wonder when everything is going to be settled. Still on the bright
side, Dave is thinking about finally making one of his famous chilli's
or as I call them depth charges to the sinuses...and the amount of
grief my sinuses are giving me today the b***ards deserve everything
they get!

Don't know what happens next with Dave's dad- they're trying him on
some new pills because they want to see if they will help and I am
hoping they do. One blessing he's in Scotland so none of the NICE (was
there every a more badly named group?) guidelines on prescribing apply
then again he's already been on Aricept and Reminyl and they didn't
work (Reminyl did for a time)

We'll see I am going to pour myself a large one- well a beer I think
it's late enough in the day and a cold drink might help my head (and
if Dave does make a chilli then a cold beer is a compulsory
accompliment) then I'm for a hot shower, University Challenge final (I
love that programme! Always amuses me when some Oxbridge grad doesn't
know an answer and I do!) and the last David Attenborough programme,
which is looking at crocodilians and chelonians

Then probably off to bed- at the moment, I am gritting my teeth and
saying I will make work tomorrow even if only for the required couple
of hours before I can go off sick and not have it counted in my sick
leave!

Must buy some tissues before I do any of the above

Lesley

Slave of the Fabulous Furballs

Lesley wrote:

Just got a call from Dave's mum- his dad has been sectioned for 28
days..........

"Sectioned"? Is that a temporary psych commitment? That's what we call
it here, being "committed". That usually refers to an indefinite time
period, though. If it's temporary, you can get "pink papered", ie,
forcibly incarcerated, for 3 days, tops. 28 days is a lot!

Purrs,
Joyce

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"Lesley via CatKB.com" u27720@uwe wrote in news:80a551c034b03@uwe:

wrote:
Just got a call from Dave's mum- his dad has been sectioned for 28
days..........

"Sectioned"? Is that a temporary psych commitment?

Same sort of thing I think. It means he can't discharge himself and if he
tries to leave he can be restrained

Lesley

Slave of the Fabulous Furballs



It does not sound surprising. I wonder if in a small way it will put a
little "reality lite" on Dave's mom. She needs to start seeing things as
they are and hopefully not all in one shot.

On 04 Mar 2008 19:02:23 GMT, Outsider wrote:

"Lesley via CatKB.com" u27720@uwe wrote in news:80a551c034b03@uwe:

wrote:
Just got a call from Dave's mum- his dad has been sectioned for 28
days..........

"Sectioned"? Is that a temporary psych commitment?

Same sort of thing I think. It means he can't discharge himself and if he
tries to leave he can be restrained

Lesley

It does not sound surprising. I wonder if in a small way it will put a
little "reality lite" on Dave's mom. She needs to start seeing things as
they are and hopefully not all in one shot.

Hopefully they'll be able to get his meds sorted out and make him more
stable... DH's family lived with his increasingly irrational behaviour
for YEARS before it was bad enough that they were forced to do
something. He'd forget where he put things and think someone stole
them, accuse his kids of stealing his stuff, say they were all out to
get him, claim that they were poisoning him, etc. The verdict was
irreversible organic brain damage and there wasn't much anyone could
do except try to keep him safe. It was terribly sad for everyone - he
kept wanting to go home but there was no way that they could let him
do that, so he had to be permanently committed. Anyway, I hope
that's not your FIL's case!

On Mar 4, 11:02*am, Outsider wrote:


It does not sound surprising. *I wonder if in a small way it will put a
little "reality lite" on Dave's mom. *She needs to start seeing things as
they are and hopefully not all in one shot.

Alas she keeps saying they need to go to Lourdes and all will be
well.

She's going to see him today for the first time since he was admitted
as the doctor's said not to until he'd settled down a bit so we're
expecting a phone call anytime since we don't know when she will be
going

Lesley

Slave of the Fabulous Furballs

Hi All

Woke up last Sunday with a sore throat and a blocked head and just as
I was lying there contemplating "I've got a cold", Dave uttered those
dreaded words "I've got a cold"

So we have sniffed, sneezed and spluttered through the whole week. I
had to miss my games night this week and when I called Gareth to let
him know (I am the club treasurer so if I can't make it someone has to
collect the fees and sort out the room hire) he said "Foot, tooth and
cold...you're in the wars aren't you?" I told him I was getting it all
done for the year at once! And I do hope I am!

Dave of course doesn't have to get up and so was able to sleep the bug
off- Guess who had to keep going? Still I had Monday off and the next
two days weren't bad I managed to negotiate going home early (Bev has
a very strange philosophy "If you're not 100% don't come in"- since I
at best on a Monday morning am 80% percent okay and maybe 85% the rest
of the week I would never be in! As far as I'm concerned so long as I
can stand and drag myself in if nothing else I can take phone messages
and manage to do some work before the collapse) and have been having
some very early nights.

Thursday and Friday I was on a course, a true moment to treasure was
when the trainer was doing the "ice breaking" session and someone
mentioned her 2 cats and the trainer said "Does anyone else here own a
cat?" and someone else piped up "I have 3 but I don't own them they
own me!"

For me it was okay- there were 10 women in the group and normally they
chat about kids and grand kids- since at 50 it would be miracle if I
had the first and a bigger one if I lived to have the second I often
get left out but on this course there were 7 slaves so we spent a lot
of the spare time passing round pictures and swopping stories
including one who had recently brought in two strays she had been
feeding as both were elderly and she worried they wouldn't last if it
got cold (she'd just moved to the area) and she's just as she put it
"Maxed out my credit card" for their various ailments to be sorted -
the cats are both according to the vet teenagers one being about 15
and one at least 17 and she's making sure the rest of their years are
in comfort

The rest of the course was interesting although it confirmed it's time
to move on...I am starting to have a problem with some of Bev's
comments being patronising and I didn't like her Thursday she sent me
a text saying when the course was finished would I call her? I did,
she says the others didn't know I was off, I said I was pretty sure I
emailed them and she said "Okay show me a copy on Monday.we'll discuss
it then"

Umm....I don't keep emails..I never understood why people have deleted
items folders that run into thousands. If it needs to be kept it gets
saved in Word but like anyone in an office a lot of my emails are down
to the fact someone can't use the "group" properly. We have people who
are happy to email the whole wing because consultants may now
prescribe a drug- is this relevant to me? Nope it goes away. So the
way she is talking I may be on a disciplinary because I can't prove I
sent the email. Hey,,,Maybe I didn't! My cold was so bad I had to get
a taxi home and that was almost thirty quid, my foot hurt, that tooth
hurt....as did every other one because when my sinuses block my teeth
all ache along with my jaw and most of my head..Can she cut me some
slack here? Probably not...this is the woman who uses email as a
weapon..she asks for read receipts and if it doesn't get opened within
ten minutes she calls to ask why. Why? I was talking to someone, I was
busy with something else, I was on the phone, I was in the loo, I was
having a five minute break, I was downstairs getting some stationery/
collecting the post/ pulling files, I was getting some water (I am a
water junkie- 2 litres a day is not a problem especially since I have
given up Coke....2 and a half weeks since I had one! Let me feel a
little smug about that!). One of the funniest conversations we ever
had was when she called me to ask why I hadn't replied to the email
she had sent at 8.55 and it was now 10.10 so I said "Well why haven't
you called me?" "I've been in a meeting" "If you think back to the
meeting- who was taking the minutes?" Long silence

I didn't do as well as one of the delegates who left the course and
walked straight to an agency to start looking for another job! Mind
you we had all confirmed her boss needed shooting!

Tooth is not too bad odd twinges, which I put down to a combination of
my sinuses and the fact I have no self-control! I keep poking at it.
Objectively it's not bad I can bite down on it, eat with it. Have
decided my next step will be to cart myself to the emergency clinic .
They don't do anything that will deprive a dentist of work i.e.
they'll stop it hurting and that's it unless it has to come out. So if
they can sort it to the point of root canal then fine but if they
agree then I will have to bear it. An article in the paper this week
said dentists don't want to do root canal work on the NHS because they
don't get enough money and I have from day one of this been a bit
suspicious of how the dentist at the practice (not my usual dentist)
just seemed to want to get the £43.10 for yanking it out and not
consider the options. Okay I am procrastinating but I guess I'll get
myself a second opinion

Dave's mum just called- Dad seems calmer but called her "Georgina
Johnson" Dave's mums maiden name as she said he could remember 50
years ago but not what he had had for lunch (mind you with NHS
food ..there are things you want to forget I remember when Dave was in
Thames House I said "Did you have the Irish stew?" and he said "I
think it was greyhound")

She is still hoping that he will be home for April she's just been
told that she can get Attendance Allowance so she can hire someone to
keep the garden tidy well done that woman! My mum applied for that
with my dad for the same reason (My dad was a keen gardener and hated
to see the garden look a mess) they came on a Friday, wrote to her on
the following Wednesday to say they didn't think he was ill enough
even through he was on oxygen and sleeping downstairs because he
couldn't climb one flight of stairs ..my mum wrote back saying "I
appeal -on Friday you said he wasn't that ill..he died on Monday"

I suppose the good news is my foot is almost better but still stiff
and the Furballs are both fine. Dunzi has parked herself on top of the
living room door as she does and Sarsi is crashed out on top of Dave's
PC

Lesley

Slave of the Fabulous Furballs

Lesley wrote:
snip
Furballs are both fine. Dunzi has parked herself on top of the
living room door as she does and Sarsi is crashed out on top of Dave's
PC

I have to read through the whole post to find that out! ;-)
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