It’s been an interesting few days. We have a car, so are no longer reliant on one of a series of unreliable vans, which have punctuated the last six years with a biennial collapse of some type, necessitating their replacement. I am hopeful that Wayne the Prius will last more than 6 years and thus cost more or less what’s been spent on said unreliable vans. And hopefully cost less in repairs, tax and fuel. Insurance is a bit different because I am the named driver for the first time in about 15 years (not since Uni) and I have no no-claims. Despite last causing an accident in the previous century (incident misjudging a gatepost. No one involved). Mum’s car can be returned next weekend.
N is going out for a run. 16 miles. His plan is to go to Woking and get the train home, to make a change from out and back along the canal. He is going to stink by the time he’s back. B.H. Calcutta (passed) here is hoping to be out finding a couple of cheap photo frames and a fleecey blanket by that point….
For my SFiL (78) has acquired sepsis. Family drama abounds. SiL (30 ish weeks pregnant) came back from Dubai. The hospital is on black alert (Aussie Flu). I am forbidden to visit in case of catching the flu as it risks miscarriage. SiL decided to visit (we wouldn’t let her in the hospital without a mask, in order to reduce risk to her). MiL is still married to SFiL. SFiL’s partner (StepMother out Law) is incapable of looking after him kindly or properly: at best bossy, at worst incapable. The atmosphere round the bed is tense with MiL and SMoL present; MiL is next of kin…. SFiL needs a bit more rest but hates being alone, and is still somewhat confused at times. But the antibiotics appear to be doing what they should so we are hopeful for a recovery with time. N has to don mask, gloves, apron to visit, and has been very reassuring about having an extra shower after visits. He doesn’t want flu with London 99 days away and Tokyo 6 weeks away. And, if I can’t visit (whole family now knows why, so I hope Thing1 is gestating away. If my appetite is anything to go by, the answer to that is yes. I also appear to have eyebrows racing to meet in the middle and am going to have to give up foundation and powder at the current rate of soft down growing on my face. My nasal hair. Wow mama!). Anyhow. If I can’t visit, I can try and make the room a little less stark within the rules of what the hospital can allow. Which reminds me. Must whatsapp BiL to see if my niece and nephew can do some drawings which he can photograph and we can print.
Between N’s alarm and one extremely tuneful and LOUD bird (the rest of the chorus is simply enthusiastic and gorgeous, but this one was stridently tuneful and determined to rival an orchestra in full flow), I am awake. Got to sleep late, got my 5ish hours. But now awake. I intend to lounge and doze. And then make eggy bread, which features heavily in my dreams. It’s a shame John Barrowman didn’t have quite such a starring role. He was more of a support act. Dreams, my friends, are weird.
With luck I will be awake for lunch with my SMiL…. N’s parents divorced when he was tiny. My FiL married A, and they were together until he died and had D. My MiL married R, who had two children of his own, and they had my SiL together. They then split up. MiL gave up on men, as far as I can tell but R took up, or, I think, was taken up by my SMoL. A cast of thousands, or so it seems. Meanwhile, there’s just me and my parents on my side. It took me months to disentangle N’s family! N’s SFiL did most of his day-to-day Dadding as, being the 1970s, N’s Mum got majority custody and his Dad got every other weekend. They still go to watch Spurs together: N, his step brother and SFiL all have season tickets.
Last weekend, my SFiL simply had a nasty cold. And by Thursday? Sepsis. He really is lucky to be alive right now. I am just waiting for the third family member to have a rare, potentially serious medical complication from something relatively straightforward. Probably in February, given the currenr cadence. And I advise that you check that your elderly relatives have had their pneumonia vaccination. And their flu vaccination. Once again, I’m very glad I caught my DVT quickly. And also rather glad that SFiL collapsed on the floor rather than making it to bed when he started feeling dreadful: had he been tucked up, the likelihood is that he would have slipped away quietly. We have been terribly lucky, all things considered.