Post 343: Lost the hour, lost the plot.
Our youngest son’s arrival was indeed a welcome one, but without his fiancée or the huge pup Byron, it was not going to be a big family meet-up. However, as I opened the door to him and he stepped in for a welcoming hug, I burst into tears. I still do not know why.
My Darling had snuck out for a quick meet-up with the gang downtown, and while she did that, she dropped the car in for a clean-up at the nearby car wash. We couldn’t leave the Dorset dirt on Big Bro for another month until the valet was done, so a wash was badly needed.
By the time my Darling had returned, my son and I had researched the profiling bed upstairs and why it was so uncomfortable to sleep on last night.
The bed down in Dorset was now driving a wedge between me and my bed at home.
My back was not happy this morning, which was definitely due to the mattress. Hence, we gave the bed frame a good look.
Actually, while we had the mattress off the bed frame, you could read printed on both sides of it how to test the tiredness of the mattress. You put both hands together with all fingers linked in a way that would make one look thoughtful — had they been upturned under your chin. However, this test was to push your linked hands, knuckles down, into the mattress each time plotting two lines across the width and breadth of it, and if your knuckles could feel the bed frame through the mattress, it would be deemed worn out and in need of replacement.
This was new to me, but at last I could find out independently whether the mattress was shot to bits and the cause of some of my back aches.
It was proven to be worn out by this method by my wonderful son.
Even with that done, the mattress could not be swapped before a district nurse was called in to check it for herself.
All I can hope for is that it happens sooner rather than later.
Anyway, back to the day’s events downstairs, and the suggestion of lunch — which was accepted all round — was launched by our son being handed the car keys and gleefully accepting being a chauffeur to take us into town, in a celebration of him being up to see us — which is becoming a habit. A nice habit.
We really don’t need much of an excuse to go for lunch, as it’s become a routine recently — a way of assisting my Darling with the continual cooking for me, which she’s sometimes not so happy with, and I don’t blame her. I have become a useless article lately and rarely cook for myself or her — such is my laziness.
So our smiling son was in charge of the new car yet again, and he found a great parking space right up close to the café where we were heading.
The sun was out and the air warm when standing in it. Perhaps spring is finally here — but little did I know that while we were eating, there was a snow shower (in the beautiful sunlight), showing just how cold it really was.
Our son noted how brown my face looked and how that, in turn, made me look healthy.
That bodes well for the upcoming appointment with the oncologist in a couple of weeks. I think she’ll be lost for words after two holidays that we’ve taken since we last met just before Christmas.
Apart from the blood test, there is nothing to add to the cancer’s grip on me, so I should be cleared for another three months of active surveillance (no treatment).
With our bellies full and our coats back on, we walked the length of the town for birthday cards and perhaps to eye up a second-hand riser-recliner chair. This we did in the two barn-type shops available to us, and both had the fabric-upholstered types I didn’t want, I wanted a leather-upholstered chair with dual controls like the one I had use of all last week.
Oh well, it’s early days, and the stock in both places changes weekly. We will find one next week, perhaps.
With some shopping done and the chauffeured drive back home complete, we chatted lightly before our youngest had to go. He had a management course this week, wearing him out, which he’s hoping to pass in two weeks’ time, which will add significantly to his CV — and wage, hopefully. But for now, we said our goodbyes.
My energy levels were low today after all the “normal me” that I was yesterday.
I hope I bounce back as quickly tomorrow.
Anyway, my Darling and I held hands and watched catch-up TV till our eyes could take no more, and we went to bed.
Along the way, I was contacted via text about the car valet and scratch removal next month. However, as I happened to find out later, the valet guy had mistakenly put 30th April when the appointment was March. Oops! So we will now have no time to get touch-up paint for the car for any chips that might need it, so we will have to wait and see if it is, in fact, needed. Let’s hope there’s no need yet.
So another day has gone, and with it lots of smiles and chatter, and dried up tears.
It’s nice to be with family and sad to see them leave.
But there’ll be another time soon enough.
Good night for now.
