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Worserer & betterer

18 Jul

New resolution: never blog about my crappy life. Because while it leads to some amazing messages and offers of help from my wonderful friends (that’s YOU), it also means that things get worse.

Since I blogged, my mum developed pneumonia and was admitted to hospital. Expected total stay 3 weeks. Which would be ok, given that she’s recovering, except that my dad needs help with dressing.

Also, my dishwasher and toilet both stopped working. But they are more easily fixed.

Anyway, with mum sick, I made some phone calls and discovered the absolutely amazing Commonwealth Carer Respite Service, which provides FULLY FUNDED OMG assistance & care. So dad has the low-level care he needs and if necessary we can move to a higher care model. Fabulous!

Which got me thinking about dealing with the Bigster’s Mystery Illness. One of the advantages of having last week off (other than that I was there to deal with mum) was the thinking time it gave me. I had got so caught up in coping that I’d forgotten to step back and ponder. So now we have afternoon arrangements that mean I don’t have to collect her every single day, which means I can increase my hours as work again, and I have some before-school for Otto (ditto) and I’m not working nights.

Note to self: schedule time for pondering.

Well. When I say not working nights. Last night, I learned to use some new software, baked muffins from scratch, did a load of laundry, folded mum’s laundry & took it to her, visited for a while, did some more of her laundry, switched all my work stuff to a new bag, sorted and folded, combed and braided Otto’s hair, packed away baking things, made some plans with the Bigster, talked to Fraser, convinced myself not to buy a camcorder and watched Once Upon a Time (omg how good is that show?!).

Oh, and the toilet seems to have Mysteriously Fixed Itself (yay).

Now if only I could find a time to be home for the Dishwasher Guy.

 
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Posted by on July 18, 2012 in children, health, parents

 

And three weeks zipped by ..

01 Jun

Last time I counted, it was 6 weeks till we left.

Ah, heaps of time.

Now, it is three-and-a-half.

Just to put that in perspective:

  • The girls and I have three weekends left in Australia. This weekend, Fraser and I will be at BorderCon in Albury – so there are really only two weekends left before we go. And we want to have a party the week before we leave – so really only one weekend to pack things up.
  • I have a project to finish for a client. It involves writing a whole battery of PRINCE2 documents. That will be achievable.
  • I have another project to finish for another client. It involves lots more writing. That will be partially achievable, but I will probably have work to do when I get to Germany. The client is not happy with some of the work that I didn’t do, and has asked for me to work on that area. While her faith in me is touching and flattering, I am nervous that it might be misplaced.
  • I have two games to translate. The urgent part of one is half-done. I’m hoping to finish the urgent bits by the middle of the week.
  • I have all sorts of things to organise for our trip. More on this elsewhere. I need to stop overthinking the small stuff.
  • Mum and dad’s house has its first Open-For-Inspection on Thursday. I have not been there for a week. I need to find time to go there.
  • I still do not have a British passport. Nor do the girls have Australian passports (long story). Lots of chasing things up to happen on Monday morning.
  • Fraser and I need to get international drivers permits. We tried to do this on Saturday, but the RACV shop closes at 12 noon (where every other shop in the centre closes at 5pm).
  • I have to go to the luggage shop and ask if they can order the new model of Trunki for Otto. Failing that, I need to order one online. This is becoming urgent.
  • We need to organise parent-teacher meetings with the girls’ teachers. These would normally happen at the end of this term but they have been delayed to early next term.
  • Fraser and I need to move back to our “2 boxes a night” packing philosophy.
  • I need to do invoicing and tax. Urgently.
 
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Posted by on June 1, 2009 in education, family, games, grand plans, house, parents, realestate, school, tax, to-do, travel, work

 

*sob*

21 May

Dear friends,

I need your advice. And your support. And – just possibly – any spare prescription tranquilisers that you happen to have lying around.

The builders started at my parents’ yesterday. Read the rest of this entry »

 
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Posted by on May 21, 2009 in parents, rant, realestate

 

Made it!

19 May

Well, I sort of made my Monday deadline, after working pretty much all weekend and proving that I *can* still survive on 3 hours’ sleep.

Texted the person pulling it all together at 3.15pm to say, how urgent is this last report, because I need to go to my parents’ – the response was, possibly predictably, “Well I haven’t finished yet, so not desperate” :)

In the end, I finished it – at least to ‘acceptable draft’ standard (which is what the deadline was for) at 8:50 this morning.

In my world, “Monday” sometimes means “Before start of business Tuesday”.

Meanwhile, more parent drama. Arrived at 4.07 yesterday to find the interior designer was on time. Sigh. Mum was already stressed, upset, annoyed and kind of a bit sulky.

Actually, I knew she was already most of the above – her new electric chairs did not come :(  Apparently, despite the call to the warehouse, they were out of stock and will not be available until the end of June. Ugh.

I wandered off and did the interior designer thing. As soon as they left, she burst out with it: “They want to get rid of ALL MY NICE THINGS!”

Um, dude, they want to present the unit for sale, in the best way possible. Which would be, in that area and at this time, making it a bit more modern. So yes, all your old-fashioned crystal cabinets etc need to be out of the way – and we can manage that.

Today, with the report finished, I am taking a day off to recover. Which means that by 11.30, I need to be at mum and dad’s to do packing and tidying. The builders start tomorrow and the place is a total mess. And I *do* mean “total” mess.Yeesh.

And then at 4pm? Dentist. Crown. On the Tooth That Disturbed My Big Trip. Lots of drilling. Because I am me, and more than a little pathetic, my dentist has already warned me that she’ll be numbing both my top and bottom gum, to reduce the pain.

So here’s my agenda for today:

  1. 6.30: Get up, start work
  2. 8:50 send off work, pull on clothes, take kids to school
  3. Attend school assembly. Yay, peace.
  4. Home, make phone calls to organise removalists to take mum’s things to auction
  5. Shower and dress, properly
  6. Post office – I have a swag of things sold on eBay to send off , as well as a parcel of some kind to collect.
  7. Mum and dad’s – slash and burn. OMG! Really!
  8. Pick kids up from school, come home, pack bags for swimming
  9. Dentist
  10. Drool

Fun fun fun.

Edit: Update: Rang mum to confirm that things are under control. Told her what the interior designers quoted for dressing the property (very little really). Cue rant. “They are absolutely soulless, horrible people … They want everything to look the same …” – in the end, I suggested that we co-ordinate so that I can be there when they come to dress the place and she doesn’t have to. 

Wow. My mother really IS exactly like my children.

“Oh no, I can be there. I’ll just get in the way and scatter rubbish on the floor in front of them so they fall over it.”

I swear, I could hear the pouting down the telephone.

 
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Posted by on May 19, 2009 in health, parents, realestate, to-do

 

Skippedidoodah Skippediay

18 May

So, there was a skip. At my house. With a few of mum’s things down the bottom, but not many.

Friday night, all we did was padlock it.

Saturday, I workworkworked all morning and finally got to mum and dad’s at 12.30 or so (three cheers for Fraser, who took the girls to the German School Excursion all by himself). Then we went out to buy them some new furniture, as they had had their sofa and armchairs carted away earlier in the week.

Now, dad has a fabulous armchair. It is a recliner, very big and comfy, made by Moran. We paid over $1500 for it as a gift for his 60th birthday, 18 years ago. He loves it, but lately he has trouble getting up from it.

So after we looked at the sofa that mum likes, I asked the salesman whether he had any OMGElectricChairs – and he did, and even though they are a bit ugly, we found one that literally gets dad onto his feet and into a standing position before he has to leave the chair. And it reclines, too.

Result: 2 Electric Recliners (sooner or later mum will find it helpful) and a rather nice bronzey green sofa. (Actually, it looks a bit like ours, but it is not ridiculously pale-coloured).

They are to be delivered on Monday, which I think is foolish. Plan for now is that they will go into the garage initially, as we have to meet the interior designer at 4pm. 

Now I am considering whether we want to take dad’s Moran recliner, especially as I want to get rid of The Stinky Chair (TM).

Anyway. Skip.

Well, meanwhile, we have filled it. Including one carload from mum and dad’s, but the rest was ours. Fraser was a trooper and did most of it, I took about 15 minutes out from work today (when it became clear that the Bigster was well and truly stuck) to go out, direct, and clean out the shed.

I feel efficient :)

Even more so, because over the last 3 weeks or so I have been auctioning old books etc on eBay. So far, I have sold $350 of items. Not bad for about 4-5 hours’ work :)

There is one more thing that I want to get rid of, though. See, a couple of years ago, our old VCR died. And I went and bought a new VCR. Then I realised that we couldn’t program the TV to see the new VCR because we’d lost the remote control that is the only way to program our TV. So we jerry-rigged the old VCR to work, then we tuned IT in to the new VCR and basically daisychained the two of them together.

I found the TV remote control a month or so ago, when we gutted the sofa. Technically, we could change that setup – but it was going to be too much hassle to bother.

Then, last week, the VCR (the “new” VCR) started eating tapes. So I went out and bought a new one – which is a combo VCR and DVD player – because that was all you could get.

I looked at our entertainment unit and smiled. Not only could we get rid of BOTH VCRs (and associated remote controls), we could get rid of the DVD player and ITS remote control too. Whee! Down to two remote controls (and the one for the speakers – oops), at least until we go crazy and buy a set-top box.

Only it turns out that Fraser won’t let me throw out the DVD player, because it still works. Even though we have a new one, and we can’t watch two DVDs at once.

I should have expected this. After all, it was only a month ago that we finally got rid of the Beta VCR – and it hadn’t worked since before we started dating in 1992.

Oh yeah – and one more thing.

We got a flat!

It’s kinda small, but looks very nice. My friend is going to go and do an inspection asap, just to check it out.

It’s in Wuppertal, which is right next to Düsseldorf. And I found German language classes for children just nearby.

For a non-religious person, I am very superstitious. I firmly believe that something will come up – and it did, with remarkably little fuss.

Whee!

Back to work now. Procrastination break over.

 
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Posted by on May 18, 2009 in decluttering, grand plans, house, not your earth logic, parents

 

… and all before 8am …

14 May

So, one of my big tasks at the moment is packing up my parents’ place. Yeesh, what a task that is.

My brother got the sideboards. Fraser vetoed them, so I gave in. I did confess that I wasn’t actually being nice about it, just practical. Now the plan is to just get IKEA when we get back. I think I know what Fraser likes about the Very Ugly Sideboard that we have, so we can replicate that part (just not the Very Ugly Part. I hope.). He is being long-suffering and putting up with my plans.

In fact, I spent Mothers’ Day wandering around IKEA and making Plans. Fraser and the Bigster went to see Monsters vs Aliens but Otto refused to go, so I booked her into the play centre. Nice for her, nice for them, and not bad for me either.

Anyway. My Morning From Hell.

See, mum and dad are moving, and they have lots to throw out. On the first day I went over there, we packed ten boxes to keep, three or four to go to auction, and a box of books for me. Oops. Like I need more books. I made sure to pack most of the fragile stuff myself, as mum’s tremor is now so bad that she can’t safely pack anything that might break.

Then, sometime during the week, mum decided to move the boxes of lead crystal Orrefors glasses she’d packed (without me) to go to auction, and the bottom fell out of one of them. I got a call to say that she had BROKEN two of her set of red wine glasses and oh noes. Several days later, we established that the stem of one broke and the other had a small chip out of the base. I have now nobly agreed to adopt the Orrefors lead crystal glasses set, and will throw out our craptastic unmatched wine glasses when we get back. (And I rather suspect I can get someone to fix the OMGBROKEN ones, too). Do you see the pattern of things moving TO my house here? I do …

The second week I went over to help, I got my parents connected to the Internet. Which may have been a foolish thing to do, but with us going away, it seemed appropriate. They will be the coolest oldies at the retirement apartments, with their mobile broadband connection. Mum has now read the newspaper online (but couldn’t work out how to turn the page) and even skyped with me.

When I turned on my webcam, she screamed. I didn’t think I was having *that* much of a bad hair day.

We also packed some stuff. I got down on the floor and chucked things out of the cupboard at her. THAT was fun.

Carrying dusting rags annoys me, so I wear old tshirts and turn myself into the dusting cloth. Ick.

ANYWAY - that was all babble leading up to the disaster of this morning.

See, the rubbish is mounting up at mum and dad’s. Not icky stinky rubbish, just old house stuff that we’re throwing away – clothes that are too old and icky to go to charity, etc etc. They’re stacking it in the garage, but we sort of need the garage to be usable. It was time to get a rubbish remover.

I have a Guy who I call when I need rubbish removed. He’s cheap, friendly and very efficient. Trouble is, he doesn’t go out to mum and dad’s area.

So I had a brainwave: Trailer Trash. I think I have blogged about these before, because they are a gimmick and therefore designed to appeal to me. Errm, and also they are useful. They’re basically a huge rubbish skip that you can get delivered (4 m^3) and fill with rubbish. Except that when you get a skip you need to get (and pay for) council permits etc etc, and I am not having luck with government charges at the moment. And when you get a trailer trash trailer, you don’t have to do any of that, because it is just a part of a vehicle. Yay!

I rang them yesterday and established that the trailer *should* fit into mum and dad’s garage (they are the second unit back in a group of 4). And booked and paid for the trailer.

This morning, before 8, my mother rang. The trailer had come and it didn’t fit into the garage. Worse, she had got the guy to park it DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF HER GARAGE, so that you couldn’t open the garage door. The door of the garage. The garage that all the rubbish is in.

Ooops.

Also, the thing was too big, the opening was too high, we would never be able to get any rubbish in there, it was all a disaster, panic panic panic.

I rang the trailer trash guy. He was full of good ideas, but unfortunately they were all just going to make mum more upset. My judgement was that she had reached the point where the trailer trash trailer was never going to be a good idea, and it was time to retreat.

The trailer trash trailer is now at my house. Where it will get some of my domestic rubbish (I have another big cleanout day scheduled for tomorrow). And where I will DRIVE the rubbish from my parents’ place, over the course of the weekend.

So, just for fun, let’s recap the next four days of my life.

Thursday

  • working. At home, unexpectedly. Otto is booked for after-school care, Biggie is walking home with two friends. “Please, mum, can you go out when we get there?”
  • buy new VCR (ours died. Considering a combo VCR/DVD player and giving my parents our old DVD player, so I can throw out their really rubbishy one – must discuss with Fraser. It is never good when he reads about Loss Of Stuff in my blog and it’s the first he’s heard of it)
  • Buy gift for Otto to take to birthday party on Sunday
  • Pack boxes. Fraser did a lot last night.
  • OMG major work deadline Monday. I should not be blogging, but Klaus asked so nicely. Also, procrastination is good.

Friday

  • Professional organiser coming for 3 hours in the morning. Probably her last visit before we go away, as we’re now more interested in packing (and throwing out) than in organising. Fraser thinks we are now good at throwing stuff away. I am less convinced of this, but we are definitely better than we were.
  • Facial. Girly, but I needed to take some time out – and my games group isn’t happening tomorrow, so the afternoon was “free”. For certain meanings of “free” at least.
  • Pack boxes and throw stuff out
  • OMG MAJOR WORK DEADLINE MONDAY

Saturday

  • German school excursion with the kids, to a place about half an hour past my parents’ place. My plan is to stop at mum and dad’s on the way back, let the kids play, do 1-2 hours work, then bring back a carload (or maybe two, if Fraser will meet me there with the other car) of rubbish. Ugh.
  • Pack boxes and throw stuff out. Preferably clear the desk. I am trying to persuade Fraser that a PC that has not been turned on for about 2 years could probably be disposed of. Unsuccessfully, so far.
  • OMGMAJORWORKDEADLINEMONDAY.

Sunday

  • Do a few hours’ packing at mum and dad’s and a few hours’ packing here. Bring rubbish back from mum and dad’s.
  • Otto has to go to a birthday party on a Gym Bus so she is very excited. 
  • FIND MORE STUFF TO THROW OUT
  • OMGMAJORWORKDEADLINEMONDAYWORKALLFREAKINGNIGHTIFIHAVETO
  • I think I organised a BSW game day too :blush:

Monday

  • Dr appointment in the morning
  • Collect kids from school at 3.30 and go to mum’s to consult with the interior designer. This is a freebie provided by the real estate agents.
  • Trailer trash skip to be collected. OMG there had better be some stuff in it!

Meanwhile, I am telling myself that I am sticking to my resolution not to stress about accommodation in Germany. Well, not to really look for it. Although I am starting to get a teeny tiny bit concerned.

 
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Posted by on May 14, 2009 in grand plans, house, parenting, parents, rant

 

There’s an impulse buy!

17 Apr

Crazy day today. I accompanied my parents to an Open Day at a Retirement Community – and they ended up leaving a deposit on their apartment!

Now this is almost certainly a good thing:

  • They buy the apartment for what will almost certainly be significantly less than they sell their unit for
  • They then pay 85% of their pension to the company
  • They receive breakfast-making supplies in their room, lunch and dinner in the dining room
  • Their cleaning and linen laundry (sheets and towels) is done for them
  • All their utilities (gas, water, electricity) are paid for
  • There are activities and classes on site
  • There is a nurse on site 2 days a week to run a clinic
  • There is even an on-site hairdresser!
  • There are 24-hour emergency call buttons in each room
  • Their apartment comes complete with a small fridge (bigger than a bar fridge though), dishwasher, microwave and combo washer/dryer
  • The bathroom has an accessible shower
  • There is also a communal laundry on each floor, should they need it
  • The apartment is also air-conditioned.
  • There is a bus to major shopping centres, owned and operated by the management company.

The qualms I have are:

  • What happens if the management company goes bust? What rights do they have? What do they own?
  • It is a little further (about 10 minutes further) from our place and from my brother’s.
  • They will have to give away their cat. And while I feel I should volunteer to have her … she wizzes on the furniture when she is cross, and I can’t put up with that again.

They can have guests, they can even have the kids to stay for up to 5 days. The apartment they bought has a decent-sized bedroom and a small bedroom that could at a pinch hold a sofa bed and a small desk. All they need to do is pay for meals.

I do think this is a good thing. They went to the open day about 6 months ago and were quite excited, then today they asked me to go with them. I had a laundry list of issues with the place that were pretty well resolved.

Of course, the sting is in the management fee – up to 32.5% (after 6 years of residence) of the initial buy-in cost is retained as a deferred management fee when you sell – so they lose quite a bit of money on that. On the other hand, it’s their money, and if it helps them to live somewhere more comfortable, then that seems an excellent use of it.

Two things that really swayed me:

  • Mum’s shaking is now so bad that it took her five minutes to get a piece of fish out of the oven a few days ago. She really can’t cook safely any more.
  • The place just had a nice feel about it. All the residents who were wandering around seemed to be happy and contented – we saw some at lunch and they were all smiling and chatting.

So then I took them out for lunch and champagne. :)

Oh – and one more thing.

I’ll be here to see that they hook up with a good Real Estate agent. But it’s unlikely that I’ll be here for the auction – and I definitely won’t be here for the move :) :) :)

 
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Posted by on April 17, 2009 in parents

 

Torn

25 Sep

Trip excitement is mounting:

  • Went to the post office today and there was another media release thingy from OMGESSEN! — it really is close now.
  • Seven days to go – I am really counting down now.
  • News of the X deck is leaking out – the cards are in print, and I’ve been working on the rules for 2 days now. Hope other people enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them :)  I’m working on ways to get at least one card signed by all of the design team – so far, my cunning plan involves OMGESSEN!, the DC Gamers and BGGcon.
  • The OMGESSEN! surprises haven’t finished yet, though. There are at least 2 more on the way. Hee.
  • Did I mention I will have special L-deck autograph cards to sign? Yeah? Let me mention it again. What a giggle. What a sweetie Hanno is to get them printed. And what a sweetie he will be when he has to store all the unused ones after OMGESSEN! is over :)
  • Choosing a hotel is So Much Easier when you know someone local who can do your legwork for you. So far, my peeps have checked out internet access, warned me that the inside of one hotel looks like a bordello (all red velvet and chandeliers – I am almost tempted to stay there just for the giggles), recommended a slightly unusual but very cheap hotel and – most importantly – recommended a breakfast buffet.
  • I *think* I have finished all the work stuff I need to do before I leave. Well, except for one thing. That means from now on it is spoiling my kids and packing. omg!

Unfortunately, home stress is also mounting.

They’ve now moved dad out of the cardiac ward (which was the only ward they had space in) and into a dementia ward, because they needed the bed in the cardiac ward. Which is kind of scary, because he’s still with it and we’ve not noticed signs of real mental deterioration – but my mother suspects that there’s a Reason they moved him there. Now my mother suspects there’s a Reason for everything, and it’s usually the worst possible take on things, so I try not to take her suspicions too seriously – but she’s had some strange things to say about dad’s stay so far. 

He’s on heavy doses of morphine to treat the pain in his shoulder, so that would have a lot to do with why he seems out of it and not quite all there. But she says that he’s been – not quite rude, but not his usual polite self – to the nurses and to his doctor, to the point that he won’t even look at them when they are speaking to him. That is strange and worrying to me.

I dropped in briefly with the kids yesterday but couldn’t stay, and he was really disappointed that I was leaving. It was pretty scary to see him so still and groggy, too. The plan was that Otto and I would visit today, but she chose her time to have a massive tantrum and frankly I think mum was glad to get out of the car when I dropped her off at the hospital – no way was I taking a screaming, fretful child in there. I’ll try to sneak out on the weekend so I can go see him on my own for a bit. They’ve said they won’t be moving himto the other hospital until at least next week, but still haven’t given an indication of how long he will be in there. That’s important for us to know, because it might affect the carer’s allowance that mum receives (on the upside, it might also mean that they need to draw their pensions at the “single”/”living apart” rate until he is released). I’m going to try to make time to take her in to see the pensions people early next week, but time is starting to look very very tight.

After dad had his first stroke 9 years ago, mum and dad sold the home they bought when they married (too many steps) and moved to a smaller but still quite roomy unit. Recently, they went and looked at one of those retirement community places with serviced apartments, thinking that it might be good for 5 years or so in the future. Mum said dad’s doctor is recommending that they bring that timeframe forward. I’m saying wait until they move him and he has had his physiotherapy, so we can see what his progress is like. The doctor has only ever seen him smacked out on morphine. I know mum really loves her little garden, and leaving it would be a wrench. On the up-side, though, if they moved to an apartment, my garden might start to see some Nanna-love! And our lovely real estate agent that we used to sell Fraser’s old house has moved to an agency on that side of town. On the down-side, I might get back from Europe and have to start organising packing up and selling their stuff, selling their unit and co-ordinating their move. Life is never dull, is it.

While I do my best to laugh at the absurdities, it’s pretty scary how fast he has gone from ok to – well, to a bit of a husk. He even looks frail now. I’m nervous about how long he’ll be in hospital, because I know how older people can deteriorate quickly when they are hospitalised long-term. He’s even refusing books at the moment, saying he really can’t concentrate on anything – it’s terribly sad. I can see my plans to live in Germany with the girls next year fading a little, although I remind myself that it’s much too early to make any decisions. Ironically, given that 18 months ago I was told flat-out that my mother was unlikely to survive her cancer, I think mum would be fine to visit us over there but I don’t see dad making any plane trips. If they move to a serviced apartment, that might even be an option – although it would be terribly cruel to leave dad behind here.

A funny story, though, from our brief visit yesterday.

Dad was in a 4-bed ward. The bed beside him was vacant; opposite him was a man recovering from heart surgery. And in the opposite corner, the curtains were closed around the new arrival. Dad had been snoozing when we arrived, but woke and had a chat with us. At one point, he beckoned me and mum close.

“They’ve got a child in there,” he said quietly. “And I think it’s JOINED.”

Puzzled, we didn’t push it – particularly as we were interrupted by the tea lady. Today, I asked mum about it: Was I imagining things, or was he trying to tell me that there were conjoined twins in his ward? She snickered. 

We’re not sure what he dreamt, but clearly conjoined twins was a part of it. And not in a saucy way, either. (if that is even possible). Morpheine has a lot to answer for: in fact, it was a man with a lung infection or some such thing. 

I am almost disappointed.

 
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Posted by on September 25, 2008 in essen, games, parents

 

Dad update

23 Sep

The latest plan was to release him today, but transfer him to another hospital with physiotherapists and occupational therapists. He has torn some ligaments in his shoulder and they need to help him to recover the use of that shoulder – and, ideally, check on his walking (he uses a stick, may need to graduate to a frame).

Unfortunately, he tried to get out of bed during the night, presumably to go to the toilet. He ended up getting stuck halfway off the bed, out of reach of the call button, and spending an uncomfortable spell of time (hours? not sure) until someone came by to check on him. As a result, his shoulder is really uncomfortable again, so they will keep him in the hospital for a few more days until he’s ready to be transferred to the other hospital.

Such a stressful time.

 
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Posted by on September 23, 2008 in parents

 

Good news day

22 Sep

Dad is still in hospital – will be released tomorrow, all being well. They still don’t have an exact cause but he’s in much less pain & is looking better.

I just finished booking all my remaining tickets. OMG. One is first class because if I book out of France I pay less for first class than I was going to pay for second class in Germany (huh). And one is full fare because it was only 6 euros more than the discounted ticket that had all sorts of scary conditions attached to it.

I leave in 10 days. OMGOMG.

I have one hotel left to book and then that is that. All done. Did I mention the OMG factor?

And I am having lunch with a girlfriend.

All’s well with the world.

 
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Posted by on September 22, 2008 in friends, parents, travel

 
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