Still here...9
Back home from 5 days in St Benedict's Hospice. New banister has been fitted on the staircase, a new fancy bed has been delivered and plumbed in. It's like the ones you kip in while in hospital, mind this one has a fancy air mattress that seems to adjust to your movements. They had similar in St Benedict's Hospice and it is quite comfortable once you tune out the infrequent air noises being pumped in or released. I think a wheelchair is on its way, too - I'm actually okay with this. I thought I'd be huffing and puffing about it and whinging my arse off that I didn't need one. The fact is that if we go for a walk, I may well need it to get back. I can concede I'm physically so far beyond fit or even close to a normal condition that walking upstairs has me out of breath. This is partly due to the fluid build up in my legs and feet. Proper weird. It's usually fine first thing in the morning, but then, as gravity kicks in, my legs and feet balloon up and ...