Even more variety

Just an update....my husband has been move to a rehab unit 40 miles away....!! I get the feeling that his life is well out my control now and I will have to stop thinking otherwise.
The distance means that I shall only be able to visit once or twice a week but I know that he is in good hands. 

In the meantime, I need to get on with my work and create the income that will support us both.
This ageing  stuff is not too good when you are ill, so maybe we should take ourselves in hand and be healthy up to death. I have a friend in Lincolnshire who is in her late 70's and watches what she eats and takes a walk every day. Her philsophy is to 'die healthy' maybe that is what we all should aim for.

My next task is to get an Enduring Power of Attorney set up for me, will make life easier for my family. 

Variety in life is good?

We don’t like to be bored but there are times when constant variety can wear one down.

My husband, who is already ill with Alzheimer’s and Parkinson’s , broke his hip just over two weeks ago. That put him in our local general hospital, as I write, now for just over two weeks.  I started to go and visit every day at lunch time, not the official visiting time but to take on the job of assisting him with eating his lunch, to do his shave and generally to help. Visiting at any other time would not be so productive and as there is no conversation, what do you do?

Now he is being moved to a rehabilitation unit, a 20 plus mile round trip away from me. After that he will be assessed and moved again to a nursing home that can cope with his complex needs, where I have no idea. It’s all about where there is a bed space.

During this time I have adapted, not very well in the first few days, as his recovery from the hip operation was touch and go, but adapt I have had to do. I was tapping pretty constantly, which alleviated much of the emotional pain and kept me grounded; in fact I had to resort to using the finger points and imagination as my face got quite tender!!

During all this, there were times when I missed a planned trip to visit my family in London and the stamina to  keep up my EFT coaching practice, but more important, some days I was unable to even think straight.

But in two weeks the trips to hospital have become routine as I have got to know the nurses and staff. Peter’s little side room has become his world and as he has gained strength, mostly feeding himself now and  is looking at the young nurses with a glint in his eye.

So yet again all change……I will not be able to just pop in to see him at the new hospital, so will have to ration my visits, he will not know or understand but I will.