Weekend over ...
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tamaranth... and I am quite exhausted by it, so am going to bed.
I hate hospitals, and have done since my mother spent 6 months in one when I was 10. (Possibly before). So didn't enjoy the bits of the weekend that I spent at Derriford hospital in Plymouth, attempting communication with the husk of my father. No success.
Also didn't enjoy the conversation with his former next-door neighbour/'girlfriend', who kept trying to insist that we chose a nursing home near where she lives. (Miles out of town, not convenient for anyone else: she doesn't visit often enough to make it worthwhile).
Chose nursing home. Don't like them either, though the room we have reserved for him is very pleasant - sunny, with a terrace and a view over the garden. (They showed us the dark, gloomy room first because we look stupid). Am looking forward to hours on the phone tomorrow with Social Services etc.
Though he's physically OK to leave hospital, he won't be out this week, as the entire ward is closed - in terms of admissions / discharges - due to one of those highly contagious superbugs that occasionally give hospitals a bad name. Oh joy.
I hadn't realised just how much I rely on text-messaging until this weekend. Looks as though any messages sent after about 4pm on Friday are stuck somewhere - my sister's moderately important 'ring me!' from 5:30 on Friday arrived Sunday lunchtime, the arrangements for meeting her at the hospital (sent Saturday 8am) arrived Saturday 11:30pm. Soothing messages from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ladymoonray arrived anything up to 24 hours after they were sent (and at least one hasn't turned up yet). Arrangements for meeting up before a friend's jazz gig (ewww: but I like the friend!) turned up 24 hours after sending, and about an hour after they all met ...
I bet when I ring Virgin they'll tell me that I am not entitled to instant delivery and anyway it's not their fault. But aaaargh.
Oh, andlproven? Still haven't had your 'yes please' from Wednesday!
If anyone wants to tell me anything they should phone the mobile.
Was fine when I got home, but am nowunaccountably frail and am going to bed to sleep it off. And it was such beautiful weather this weekend ... but I didn't get out in it much!
I hate hospitals, and have done since my mother spent 6 months in one when I was 10. (Possibly before). So didn't enjoy the bits of the weekend that I spent at Derriford hospital in Plymouth, attempting communication with the husk of my father. No success.
Also didn't enjoy the conversation with his former next-door neighbour/'girlfriend', who kept trying to insist that we chose a nursing home near where she lives. (Miles out of town, not convenient for anyone else: she doesn't visit often enough to make it worthwhile).
Chose nursing home. Don't like them either, though the room we have reserved for him is very pleasant - sunny, with a terrace and a view over the garden. (They showed us the dark, gloomy room first because we look stupid). Am looking forward to hours on the phone tomorrow with Social Services etc.
Though he's physically OK to leave hospital, he won't be out this week, as the entire ward is closed - in terms of admissions / discharges - due to one of those highly contagious superbugs that occasionally give hospitals a bad name. Oh joy.
I hadn't realised just how much I rely on text-messaging until this weekend. Looks as though any messages sent after about 4pm on Friday are stuck somewhere - my sister's moderately important 'ring me!' from 5:30 on Friday arrived Sunday lunchtime, the arrangements for meeting her at the hospital (sent Saturday 8am) arrived Saturday 11:30pm. Soothing messages from
ladymoonray arrived anything up to 24 hours after they were sent (and at least one hasn't turned up yet). Arrangements for meeting up before a friend's jazz gig (ewww: but I like the friend!) turned up 24 hours after sending, and about an hour after they all met ...I bet when I ring Virgin they'll tell me that I am not entitled to instant delivery and anyway it's not their fault. But aaaargh.
Oh, and
lproven? Still haven't had your 'yes please' from Wednesday!If anyone wants to tell me anything they should phone the mobile.
Was fine when I got home, but am now
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Date: Sunday, March 16th, 2003 01:44 pm (UTC)Am here if you want to talk.
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Date: Sunday, March 16th, 2003 02:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Sunday, March 16th, 2003 03:15 pm (UTC)Sleep well, and lots. Talk to me tomorrow.
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Date: Sunday, March 16th, 2003 04:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Monday, March 17th, 2003 04:54 pm (UTC)My mother has told me that her father was in a state institution for 10 years or so - after he could return home - because there was no place else for him to go. All of his children were poor - or in school - and had no place to tend him, and there was not such a thing as a nursing home.
My thoughts are with you, ...