Post 330: The Forum Sometimes Saves the Day.
How many times does a day go by when there’s no one to help on the forum? I prefer it when I can choose to help.
Today was not one of those, thankfully.
As it was Mother’s Day, conjuring up visions of long ago when Mum was there, but that was then — I could now concentrate on my Darling instead.
I wasn’t going to get all crafty and make a handmade card with love and PVA glue, like olden days, but I could at least try to make her day one without worry about me.
I woke with the usual daily checks on how my body feels and whether or not I could manage a shower this morning.
The answer was a resounding yes; It’s not always the case.
Today I was going to survive the shower on my own and make myself presentable.
Some of what we perceive as health comes from a smile and a sunny disposition. So I washed the grime off me and put on my best Sunday smile.
I felt like any little back pain would be put on the back burner (pun unintentional) and the day would pass with other people moaning about themselves, not me.
Ha ha.
It’s all in the mind — but the pills help of course.
I was downstairs eating my breakfast when my Darling arrived and gave me a hug but not a kiss — due to my crunchy-nut mouth. The kiss would have to wait.
I fear she hugs me and quietly tests how much I cringe or yelp, trying to figure out what sort of shape I’m in.
I thought I was about an eight out of ten, but my Darling clearly wears different glasses and judged it more like a five.
She sipped the coffee I had lovingly made her earlier, which had now cooled off sufficiently — perhaps too much.
Meanwhile I replied to a few worried Maccy forum members on my phone who needed a piece of me.
It’ll do me good to do you good…
(Sounds like a song I can’t quite place.)
I was cold, especially my feet, so I headed into the lounge after rinsing out my nutty bowl and milky spoon. I found a chair in front of the huge TV and started warming up.
There was only an hour until our youngest arrived to take Mum and me out for a café lunch — a big one.
He arrived and we shared hugs.
I think he too is beginning to gauge my health through a hug and a close-contact check. I’ve always seen his eyes scan me on first sight, you get used to that.
But I love him dearly (as I do all my close family and friends) because that’s what I should be doing — giving back what I take.
Soon enough we were at the café choosing and eating the usual fare.
It’s such a reliable place with darn good food and such care taken. We’re lucky to have it.
We caught up over mouthfuls of grub, celebrating Mum’s day and chatting about our upcoming holiday — now only five sleeps away.
I’m very aware it will only happen if my health coach says yes.
But I’m hopeful.
After lunch my Darling asked our youngest if he’d like to drive Big Bro home.
He snatched the key fob (without an actual key) and headed to the car with a grin from ear to ear.
It was lovely to see his excitement.
Even more so when his mum asked if we could drive twenty miles out of our way to pick up a birthday present for my own Little Bro, who’s coming tomorrow evening for a takeaway, and a cake with loads of candles.
Our youngest was absolutely made up with a longer drive in this fabulous car with all its buttons and features.
We headed to the big seafront car park and parked as close as we could to Next. (Other parking spaces were available. Ha ha.)
My Darling jumped out to get the gift while we stayed chatting in the car.
We like a chat.
Soon enough we were home again, with a smiling youngster behind the wheel of Big Bro.
It had been a fine day.
Not long after, he headed off for a haircut, which cut short (ha ha) his visit.
No matter.
“We’ll see you soon” was said as a bag of goodies, filled for him with love, to take home.
It’s funny how mums are always happy to empty their fridge and cupboards for a wee goodie bag gift.
It’s an instinct — and something we’d never want to lose.
Talking of goodie bags, Big Sis had given me some Waitrose flower shaped crumpets in last week’s treats.
They were huge.
They were tasty.
They are now gone.
Cheers Sis — we loved them.
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My Darling and I watched TV until my eyes could take no more, so I hopped onto the stair lift and headed up to bed, leaving her with the last glass of Prosecco in her hands tight grip, a gift from our eldest that arrived in the post today.
Lovely jubbly.
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It was about 01:30 when I called downstairs for my Darling to come to bed.
She had fallen asleep on the sofa in front of the huge TV.
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I went to sleep knowing that a few forum members had been helped a little today.
It warms me when I press send on a message for someone who needs a helping hand.
Somehow I need this forum beside me always.
It’s part of me.
And it soothes me so much.
Love as always.
Good night.
