It's been a strange couple of days.
Yesterday was the pits. John was too poorly to let the palliative care nurse bathe him this morning and sat around in his pyjamas all day. It wasn't the pain or sickness, he said, just a 'strange' feeling in his tummy area. He was also very down in the dumps and I swear it's partly because he's stuck in the flat all day just moving from the bedroom to the dining room to the lounge and back again, if you know what I mean. Not much of a life but he simply doesn't feel up to tackling the stairs.
We're being assessed for a stairlift on 3rd August but no guarantee whether we'll be approved or not.
Had a short visit from my daughter and son-in-law, but otherwise no-one came near us so I couldn't go out either. Felt really trapped.
Today was better because John's daughter came this morning. I'd made a big cottage pie for lunch and John ate quite a bit. He's been in a lot of pain today and feeling very groggy but slightly more cheerful. Jo and I put our heads together over how we could get him out but couldn't come up with anything. I even thought of renting a small house so he could go into the garden on fine days but there would still be the problem of the dratted stairs and not many rentals allow pets.
I did 'escape' for a couple of hours with little Gemma and she had a lovely run and chased after her ball. We shared an ice cream and then walked around the local market and charity shops before having a cup of coffee. If only John could have enjoyed it with us. :0(
A MacMillan nurse visited this afternoon and has upped his pain meds again. I hope that will do the trick because he is still in great pain in the mornings. She spoke about admitting him again but he's adamant he doesn't want to go and I will abide by his wishes.
Take care everyone. Madge x x x x x
