After the District Nurse's visit yesterday, Keith geared himself up, mentally and physically, we stowed the wheelchair in my car, stowed Keith in the passenger seat (he hates being driven!) and set off. It's only when you are in or pushing a wheelchair that you realise how wheelchair unfriendly a lot of places are. Outside the shop there are 'disabled' parking bays and slopes up to the shop level, but you need the fitness of an Olympic champion to get yourself up them and once there, make sure your wheelchair has impeccable steering, otherwise you are in danger of careering off the side.
Still, he managed it and tested the wheelchair friendliness of the shop itself - fine except for a couple of things which needed moving out of the way. After four hours, he was tired, naturally and was tucked up in bed before nine o'clock.
We're getting there!
Sad News
The phone rang last night with a text message bearing sad news of a previous colleague. It was one of those moments when you find yourself listening to something and not really believing that you are hearing it. A young teacher who came to work in my last school about 14 years ago had died. She was 39 and died from intestinal cancer. A keep fit fanatic, her only clue that something was wrong, apparently, was that her stomach was constantly bloated. When she went to have it checked out, it was thought that she could be treated but sadly, the disease had progressed too far.
Inevitably, the memories came back from those days at school when the staff had been 'a brilliant bunch' working well together and sharing a good sense of humour. S. had often been teased for being gullible. There was the time, soon after she started with us, that I told her solemnly that the following week it would be her turn to take assembly and it was to be a minimum of 40 minutes. She listened politely, looking as if this prospect would be no more than a blip in the day and then went off to freak out, before being reassured by another member of staff that it was a joke. Then there was the time when Tracey Island was in such demand as the top Christmas present of the year for small boys that the shops were bare and none were to be had, whereupon, she decided to make one herself for her son, following the current instructions on Blue Peter, and coerced us all into collecting the relevant junk materials.
An excellent, hardworking and committed teacher, she inevitably moved on after a few years to widen her teaching experience and other new life experiences came her way. We still heard news of her from time to time and met up at courses and were pleased that she was happy and settled. Such a tragic waste of a young life.
Inevitably, the memories came back from those days at school when the staff had been 'a brilliant bunch' working well together and sharing a good sense of humour. S. had often been teased for being gullible. There was the time, soon after she started with us, that I told her solemnly that the following week it would be her turn to take assembly and it was to be a minimum of 40 minutes. She listened politely, looking as if this prospect would be no more than a blip in the day and then went off to freak out, before being reassured by another member of staff that it was a joke. Then there was the time when Tracey Island was in such demand as the top Christmas present of the year for small boys that the shops were bare and none were to be had, whereupon, she decided to make one herself for her son, following the current instructions on Blue Peter, and coerced us all into collecting the relevant junk materials.
An excellent, hardworking and committed teacher, she inevitably moved on after a few years to widen her teaching experience and other new life experiences came her way. We still heard news of her from time to time and met up at courses and were pleased that she was happy and settled. Such a tragic waste of a young life.
Cold weather
Kaptain Kobold's latest post set me thinking. Yes, it has been cold lately but I have come to the conclusion that Keith must generate a tremendous amount of body heat. Why? Well, when he's here, the house is always warm, at least I find it so. He tends to complain that he is cold and we have a running battle in the evenings, when he surreptitiously turns it up or puts the fire on and I, equally sneakily, turn it back down. But since he's been in hospital, I find the house is quite a lot colder even though the heating settings are the same as they always are.
It's definitely time he came home!
It's definitely time he came home!
The Foot
This is the post-operative foot. According to Keith, it now has a 12 mm threaded stainless steel bar through the heel and into the femur with a wingnut on the bottom.
(I think maybe his imagination is running away with him!)
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