Tag: <span>So Louise</span>

The advantage of having a day off work is having a day off work.
The disadvantage of having a day off work is how it throws your entire week off-kilter.

Today is Tuesday. Today is Tuesday. Today is Tuesday.

The mantra, repeated over and over, won’t help. I’ll spend the day running late for meetings, and thinking I’ve got an extra day to get things done. This isn’t helped by the current state of my bank account (for some reason these facts are related in my head.. I have no idea why).

Our new mortgage is now in place, and we got a nice cheque back as well. However I need to pay the financial advisor, the holiday we’ve booked for next year, and transfer money to the new bank account to meet the first (new) mortgage payment. I can’t do that until I get the cheque into the bank, and they’ve very nicely made it out to Mr and Mrs G McLean. Only trouble is we don’t have a joint bank account, only a joint mortgage. So Louise needs to come to the bank with me to put the cheque in but she’s still ill at home today…

In other words, the funds aren’t all in the right place yet so I can’t actually pay anything and despite having plenty of time to get everything in place I don’t like all that money floating around in the wrong place, I’m apt to take a trip to FOPP and foolishly spend it. Anyway, enough of me moaning.

Our friend has her final fitting for her wedding dress today, unfortunately Louise can’t make it, so I get to stand in.. to a point anyway. I’ll be the taxi service as obviously I’m not allowed to see the dress (no, I know it’s not obvious at all, but that’s what the bride-to-be said and I ain’t arguing with her). The prospect of ferrying the bride, her mother and her mother-in-law back from Glasgow just fills my day with joy. Or not.

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This may become a bit of an outpouring as I’m tired and emotional at the moment.

Louise is doing fine. She was in a horrible amount of pain over the last two days, and it was very hard watching and trying to help her through it. A culmination of events meant she was without pain killers for about 6 hours, drifting in and out of consciousness. Two other ‘local’ hospitals had closed their doors as they were full and instead of a typical 5 or so admissions the hospital received over 20. The staff were rushed off their feet and I don’t suppose I helped by ripping a shred or five off a few of the nurses (I apologised to them all today and they were as understanding as I was embarrassed). Louise had to endure two inspections with a lot of poking and prodding but thankfully the pethadine and 3 shots of morphine managed to deaden the pain and the morphine has since arrived regularly and allowed her to get some much needed rest. She is on fluids (via drip) only and as she can’t really move without a lot pain she is bedridden.

She has had an ultrascan with showed nothing. She was then X-Rayed today and we should get the results back tomorrow. They think that, after having her gall bladder removed last week, a rogue gall stone is blocking her bile duct, backing everything up and not allowing the liquid they used during the operation to drain off. If that is the case they are confident it is simple to ‘fix’.

I remember reading an article, many years ago, which discussed the effect being married had on a man. In the article it mentioned that a lot of men who are there during the birth of their children can be traumatised to a serious degree. I also remember, when I read it, thinking that was just new-age, modern man rubbish (I hadn’t learnt much about myself at that point). However I think I can now relate.

Not being able to do anything of use, whilst the person you treasure is suffering so badly is an awful feeling. Yes “just being there” is all she needs, and yes this isn’t about me, but that’s one of the many thoughts that has entered my head.

Anyway, the main thing is that Louise is doing well, her spirits are high, and she’s back to her usual self. As I walked into the ward today she was chatting to a nurse about the old lady (Mary) in the bed across from her, pointing out that the old dear was in a lot of pain, and had told Louise earlier that she didn’t like to bother the nurses too much as they were very busy. So Louise did what she always does and made sure Mary got her painkillers. That small simple act raised both our spirits immediately.

Ohh and thank you to everyone who has emailed, left comments, phoned (I will phone u back later in the week Sal – promise!) and sent cards. We are both deeply touched.

Who said the internet didn’t affect real life!

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Or is it early? Nah it’s late. I can’t sleep. She’s not here lying beside me. I suffer the same way when I am away with work. Spending long nights in an alien bed, watching whatever is on late night telly. I suppose I should be used to it by now but I’m not and don’t think I ever will be.

And she won’t be back until Friday night.

I’ll be a sleep walking wreck by then so advanced apologies for any non-sensical rambling posts I make between now and, ohh, next week sometime. On the other hand I don’t apologise for rambling non-sensical posts when I have no excuse so why should I bother know? Know what I mean?

Anyway, our oldest nephew goes into hospital tomorrow for the final surgery in a long series. He has left-side palsy and had no muscle in the left side of his face and has no muscle in the right side of his chest. He has been getting reconstructive surgery for the past 5 years or so (probably longer) involving transplanting nerves from his leg to his face, adding gold to the inside of his eyelid (to make it close properly), taking muscle from his glutimus maximus to be inserted into his cheek, and now they are.. well .. yanking the cheek down to get the proper alignment.

So Louise is staying at her sisters to watch the other nephew and our two nieces.

In short I have no right to grumble that I can’t sleep, as you all know, sleep can be caught up on. Shame on me.

And fingers crossed for my nephew.


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