The outfit aside, she delivered some encouraging news, which is that (so far) the bones in M's wrist are playing ball and haven't shifted from where they should be. The alignment is good, and once we get beyond next Tuesday (which marks The Sacred Two Week Dividing Line, after which sufficient New Bone will have been laid down to ensure- more or less- that things stay where they should) we can start to breath a little easier.
Poor old M had his fifth xray in nine days yesterday and is due another one next week. He'll also know then whether or not he needs an op. So we're not out of the woods yet but all the signs are good.
While I was waiting for the xrays I was treated to the Conversations Of Others. These offer Endlessly Fascinating Insights into Other People's Lives (a bit like blogging I suppose), and yesterday I got the full and very noisy details of: 1. The girl whose boyfriend is a small-time crook who has moved to London where he is a bit out of his depth and is being intimidated by The Bigger Boys. And 2. The mother who has remarried and whose son (aged 24) doesn't think much of his new step-father and as he is still living at home is causing trouble at every opportunity. The stressed-out mother had either been to see a psychiatrist or a medium (I couldn't work out which) and the advice had been to put herself first because she had been a good and devoted mother all that time and deserved some personal happiness. I agreed (but didn't say this out loud because then it would have been obvious I'd been eavesdropping and that would have been weird). The really funny bit was the acid that dripped from the new husband's voice when he spoke about the son. Boy, has that lad got under his skin.
Cheerful plasterer Alan (is that the right word in this context? Because it does make him sound a lot like someone who would be equally happy rendering a wall) replaced the back plaster that M had been given last week (to allow for the swelling to go down, which it now has, thank goodness) with a super-dooper-new-and-snazzy-blue-all-the-way-round-one, which fits properly and doesn't move or wobble. The previous one had started to wobble which was making me feel sick. In fact, I was a total wuss and had to sit outside the room while the plastering was going on because the thought made me feel queasy. It all stems from an injury I sustained a few years ago to my hand which, when it was manipulated, made me see stars, go green and need to lie down for half an hour. Useless Woman.
Here is the new cast....
I also got a piccy of the old chapel I was waffling on about last week, the one that stands outside the hospital....
And here is a Nice Cloud that was waiting for us when we emerged an hour later...
Before picking M up and taking him to the hosp, I had had a trip round Bradbeers, Romsey's faded and only department store. Well, I say faded, in fact it isn't, it's just that I always think of it that way. Bradbeers has a wool department, and as I am incapable of passing wool shops without entering them at the moment (under the excuse of 'the blanket') I popped in to see what they had.
I had with me a ball of red wool I haven't found a use for so was hoping to swap it for something else, and checking out their sale shelf found some gorgeous 100g balls of merino reduced from £14.35 to £2.50!!!!!!! I got a greeny one and a pinky one and set off home feeling ridiculously pleased with myself (doesn't take much does it?).
Once home I set-to knitting and realised that the wool was Really Rather Gorgeous and that I should have got more of it, given that the wool I buy is usually around the £3-£4 mark. I was then in a conundrum. By that time I was cutting it fine to get back to the store and be on time for M, and I didn't think he'd be all that chuffed if I made him late for the hosp because I was wool buying, especially given that our bedroom is already knee-deep in the stuff.
Then I had a brain wave- I could ring the store and ask them to put some aside for me for collection the next day. Only I couldn't remember what a wool department's real name is, so I heard myself asking to be put through to the seamstress/ wool area, only to get the bemused reply: 'The what?' before enlightenment dawned. 'Oh, you mean the haberdashery!' she said, in the kind of voice that made it plain she thought I was an ancient crone teetering on the brink of Alzheimers, instead of a spangly sparkly 40 year old with a memory problem (I blame those migraine lesions).
I was put through to the Wool Lady (haberdasher?) who told me she had more colours in her cupboard. Well, that was like honey to a starved bee. I glanced at the clock and told myself if I zoomed in right now I could manage it. So I did, and came home with 12 balls of wall for £30 that would have cost me £172.20. Surely, that must be the Wool Bargain Of The Century?
|I love this- I think it looks like the sea, a woolly version obviously...|
After the wool excitement and the hospital visit I felt the need for some Steadying Exercise so I changed into my running kit and took myself off for a run down the lane and back. I remembered to take the GPS and can confirm that I am getting both faster and fitter.
This is a Good Thing, because I also received through the post yesterday a letter from the NHS informing me that I am now entitled to a free five yearly health check because I am Getting Old. L and M collapsed into gales of laughter this morning when I mistakenly told them the GP would be checking my gender as well as my age, cholesterol and blood pressure. This led L to tell us an extremely rude joke that I am still blushing about hearing so can't repeat here.
Back to the safer topic of running...
I've knocked more than a minute off my half mile time since I started running regularly in Sept and my average speed per mile is now a little over 8 minutes. Which sounds impressive until you realise that this is up to a maximum of 2 miles only. Any more than that and I slow right down.
Still, my recovery time is definitely improving and if I run a little more slowly I don't get out of breath at all and can go further, which is Very Pleasing. It also means I'm hungry in the evening and therefore feel justified in having a glass of vino and some nice King Prawn risotto with pine nuts and chocolate biscuits (although not all at the same time because that would ruin the biscuits) a la last night.
I'm nearly finished (assuming you're still here). I just want to tell those of you in the UK who don't know about it that this weekend it's the RSPB Big Garden Bird Watch, which is an opportunity to count the birds in your garden during a one hour slot and record the data with the RSPB, allowing them to add it to records from all round the country. Here's the link if you're interested in taking part: https://www.rspb.org.uk/birdwatch/?gclid=CLWEreHElrwCFWoOwwod1ngAOg
I'll leave you with a pic of the daffs that are currently cheering up our breakfast room and two pics of our Lovely Cheerful Robin singing his little heart out in the apple tree yesterday....
Wishing you all a lovely weekend,