Saturday, 27 June 2015
Not there yet
but just to get away from the sickroom I watched Paul weed the rhubarb bed. And afterwards he went to the shop for some bread and milk for us. I think I have found another treasure even if he can neither work as hard nor as fast as Old Gardener.
My thanks to everybody who has sent such kind comments to my tale of woe. Beloved is improving but there is still a way to go before he gets back to his old self, if ever. It is now almost certain that he had a somewhat rare adverse reaction to at least two of the medications; he should never have been told to continue with them when the effects became noticeable and I first took him back to the surgery. The Diagnostic Unit has plans for one more test, a head CT in the next week or so. Doctors don’t often commit themselves but two of them have now pointed the finger at prescribed medication being the culprit.
Life is utterly boring now, I am not a terribly graceful nurse; besides, I am exhausted. But needs must and I do so want my dear Beloved back that I spare no effort to this end.
I’ll be back fully in bogland as soon as I can. Until then be patient with me and kind.