Post 324: Weeding Together, a Rare Occurrence.
With my last tearful episode a long while back, am I better than I used to be and technically not depressed?
That’s not a question I expected to be asking myself, but at the moment it seems like a fair one anyway.
Having an incurable illness is not an easy thing to deal with in the background. The pills alone remind you each day of the need for assistance in an effort to keep the cancer back in its box. It’s a continual reminder that I’m not normal, but I don’t let it get me down too much.
This morning started with my Darling insisting on a lie-in.
The weather outside was misty and cold, so “stay in bed,” she said.
I have no problem with staying in bed, but after yesterday’s exertion in the garden for a little while, I needed to assess my whole self for any tiredness too. I seem to recover quite well still, but the hour I limit myself to is quite enough.
This morning I seemed absolutely fine. Fab!
Which meant I had a chance of doing a bit more weeding in the rear garden raised beds.
What I wasn’t ready for was my Darling purposefully marching to and fro upstairs while I thought she was meant to be resting.
When asked, she said she was getting ready to help me with the weeding because there was nothing that was going to stop me from another day outside so…
“So I’ll help,” she said.
I was stunned — but grateful.
Before all this happened I had a flurry of communication from the north and from Ireland about the possibility of holidays and profiling beds whilst in my own bed.
Although the north has now become a holiday pushed back towards July, it’s still very much on my mind and I now have more information about what’s possible.
The Irish holiday we’ve decided to have around our anniversary in early June and have now located flights and a way to get assistance at the airport.
My sister-in-law had got up early to ask questions of the big hotel spa resort we were considering as a destination. It was interesting that I had already been emailing them about getting a profiling bed installed for our stay in early June.
This is all working out well and my relatives and friends are amazingly helpful in keeping me active in my quest for these holidays.
Having not broken into a sweat with the arrangements for this Irish holiday, the usual problems and worries were not there. It would seem that I’ve learned enough now and can get on with other things.
Well… other things didn’t happen after an hour and a quarter gardening with my Darling.
I was tired for the rest of the day, which was happily uneventful apart from a sherbet dip — another treat from Big Sis last week.
Yummy.
I haven’t seen or had one since school.
Nice one Sis.
I can have a day off from weeding and holiday planning tomorrow because of the wedding.
That will be nice.
Our great mates at the lovely registry office and a pub lunch afterwards.
That will be nice. A time to dress up and enjoy the day.
So today I’ve worn myself out but found out lots of information to make the holidays go without a hitch. I’ll nail down the Irish holiday before the end of the week.
I rang the disabled holidays company and put to them the change from the Kielder Forest idea to Exeter at the end of the month. I’m hoping for an email tomorrow about the possibilities.
Fantastic.
And where would we be without friends…
Good night.
