Evening all. As the title, I'm just sharing my musings and wondering if you are interested in sharing yours on the events or non events during Covid restrictions.
My much longed for wet room and wheelchair accessible bedroom building work commenced March 2nd. Just before our first lockdown here in Ireland. The diggers and heavy machinery arrived and the weather duly took a turn for the worst. The garden quickly resembled Flanders Fields and the ground workers imitated yellow ducks, as they trundled about in high visibility jackets. During the lockdown we were glad of their company, albeit through the still intact window or sign language. Time passed swiftly and the weather improved vastly.
My beautiful black boy, Arnie (my photo) had to be put to sleep in April. He was a very fine, fit fifteen year old boy I found him on the street, barely had his eyes open and hand fed him until he got the idea. As far as he was concerned, I was his mum. To my complete dismay bone cancer was diagnosed and he was in a lot of pain. If it could only be this simple and kind for humans. My oldest and dearest friend in England died from covid in April. Our girls are the same age. Gone in ten days, and I will always miss her. I found myself in hospital via ambulance and A&E for a week during this time also. Tremendous difficulty breathing and excruciating pain, I honestly believed I might die. Blood clot on my lung was detected, anticoagulant administered, iron deficiency resolved by infusions and I was safely home.
Mr Poppy and I usually have a trip to gran canaria planned for this time. I was so pleased it wasn't so this year. I didn't need the stress of cancelled flights and trying to get refunds etc. Building work was completed in June and the wet room is a marvelous addition, for which I'm very grateful for, and he the grant received towards it. During the time frame I had moved from walker to being completely reliant on the wheelchair. The extension wasn't finished a day too soon!
Our days in the autumn seemed to be filled with occupational therapist, physiotherapist, personal care helpers. Before the end of the year my personal help (showers and help dressing) had increased from three mornings to five. There are days when it feels like an invasion of our home and lives, but they are a team of four lovely ladies on a rota and it's not a problem to text and tell them, "not tomorrow please".
My walker returned to the health board and a new, more suitable manual chair ordered for me. My right side is my problem and had decided to do it's own thing. My hand was curling into a clenched fist now. My wonderful occupational therapist decided to order me a better motorised chair too! I consider myself incredibly fortunate to have such help.
The manual chair will be for easy transport if we ever travel abroad again, or visiting family or places where we know my motor chair will not be manageable. So, before this flurry of activity, my intention was to learn another language perhaps, or commence some online course. Hmm. Never happened. My builder's cat had kittens and Mr Poppy surprised me with two of them. Gorgeous Oscar the enormous, and Tilly the terror, have provided endless hours of entertainment, as well as wasting hours of the day. Well I mean you just can't disturb a sleeping cat on your lap, can you? It wouldn't be fair!
I did however come across some wonderful inspirational lady on YouTube. She's been planting three acres of bogland here on the west coast and over sixteen years, has created a woodland that is truly incredible. So, full of inspiration and hope, I bullied/pursuaded Mr Poppy to buy up various trees in the 'clearance' sections of garden centres and paid the small amount asked for by a local older man who enjoyed helping me get them planted. We have an acre and I gave up trying to have pretty flower beds. The salt laden winds and exposed site rendered it a waste of time and money. Now from the kitchen and bedroom windows we have bird feeders galore and the activities are amusing and interesting. I'm looking forward to the spring and the blossom on my trees, hopefully. It'll be interesting to watch the nest building and family life of the variety of tits, Finches, doves and reed buntings.
Well if anyone has got this far, would you like to share how you are getting through this very strange, unprecedented time?