It's actually my guess that it was members of the Feline Ministry to the Sick who took the cork screw in the first place. Because who would suspect them? They look so innocent.
Yeah, well, one of them smacked me in the butt the other day. I'm not sure what I had done to deserve such chastisement, but I darkly suspect it was the dog hair on my slacks.
My cats seem generally indifferent to evidence of canine fraternization. Perhaps said member of the FMS was just feeling a tad bit ornery herself.
All corks in this household are saved for recycling; a favorite restaurant occasionally offers incentives for bringing them in.
And several of us - my two closest friends; an organist/choirmaster and his wife; a friend who is an organ student of the organist/choirmaster; and I - are going out to dinner at said Favorite Restaurant tomorrow. Two escapes in one week!
All of my corkscrews seem to be accounted for, I am happy to say. Other things sometimes disappear (like two pairs of my dratted compression stockings), but the cats have nothing to do with it.
As long as I'm eating and drinking this well, I have to say, my Quality of Life is excellent. Hospice can wait!
I could start a whole new discussion on the hated compression stockings, entirely suited to hell. If/when I go to hell I am pretty sure they will be part of the treatment there. Last time in Scotland, wrestling with them on the floor in a B&B (there was no chair) I trapped a nerve in my back and was crippled for a couple of weeks. Yet another of the great life-enhancing benefits of cancer treatment.
Yes, I've had to bear the Cross of Wearing Compression Stockings...
But, they are necessary (so I am told).
When I was in hospital in 2016, my nurse (a lovely Bulgarian lady, who could write in three different alphabets - Cyrillic, Greek, and Roman - having graduated from Athens University) was Most Concerned that the Episcopal Toes were sometimes a bit swollen, and was for ever adjusting the said stockings.
Thanks to all for your prayers, hugs and good wishes.
Just home from surgery again, more pain but hoping to relieve pain in the long run (however long, that is). More tumours removed, lots of post-op bleeding, you're all aware of the routine. Nothing specific on further treatment. I'm sorry I haven't kept up with the forum. Just checking in.
Another one who hates her compression hose. Cut the toes out which helped me while still supporting legs. I could not stand the pressure on my toes. idj so glad you are home prayers for continued healing.
Hang in there idj. Hopefully (and prayerfully) this is the worst it will be for you, and the body will start to settle down again soon. Getting used to a reconfigured body can take time, but you will get there (unless it involves compression stockings!) The Ship's lifeboats are manned and ready.
D. didn't live long enough after surgery to get to the compression-stocking stage, but his legs and feet were very swollen, and IIRC they had them wrapped in a sort of blow-up thing, a bit like a blood-pressure sleeve.
I am currently scared to death. I have a nasty feeling that the person who died in Reading was going through chemotherapy, from the description. Like my mother, who is also a woman in her 70s. In my mum's case, she sees her granddaughters a great deal, and they are pretty much the light of her life.
As for poor immuno-compromised me - after days of home (and wild hillside) isolation I just went to our wee local shop ... and I kept thinking "Who's touched this shelf? That package?"
Not going back ...
I have been relatively self-isolating for nearly 2 years but this is defintely an intensification
@Galilit - I live alone, and don't get out much, so in a way I, too, am self-isolating.
I can't say that I consciously look at our local corner-shop in the same way, but I can understand the worry caused to those with chronic illness, especially if their immune system (like yours, and mine) is compromised.
Kyrie eleison.
<votives> for Ross, and all on this bloody over-long thread...77500+ views?
I've won the short-term battle - I'm to have a treatment tomorrow. But I'm kicking myself for going on Medicare, which I was assured would save me money: If I have to pay for these meds, it's $13,000 a month. Who can afford that? (Rhetorical question: the answer is "Not I.")
Medicare's prescription system sucks.* A big heaping serving of financial pressure is not what you need right now. Sorry to hear that, @Rossweisse . But so glad you're still in the program.
*Brief anecdote. Back when I signed up for Medicare Rx via phone, the rep had a very very lengthy disclosure/disclaimer thing she had to read to me. It went on and on about various restrictions. At the end of it (because I try not to shoot the messenger) I simply said, "Wow ... how much verbal abuse do you have to take on a daily basis?" She said, "Oh, you have no idea ...."
Yes, fuck COVID-19. Because of it, and because of my health, I've been told I shouldn't come to church. It's very meaningful to me, a place where I see most of my friends, and a highlight of my week. Damn, damn, damn.
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*swoons*
Seriously, though, even just the occasional taste (!) of normality can be a real boost...
Meanwhile, the Important Issue Pertinent To This Thread is whether or not @Rossweisse is able to get at her WINE without difficulty...
All corks in this household are saved for recycling; a favorite restaurant occasionally offers incentives for bringing them in.
And several of us - my two closest friends; an organist/choirmaster and his wife; a friend who is an organ student of the organist/choirmaster; and I - are going out to dinner at said Favorite Restaurant tomorrow. Two escapes in one week!
All of my corkscrews seem to be accounted for, I am happy to say. Other things sometimes disappear (like two pairs of my dratted compression stockings), but the cats have nothing to do with it.
As long as I'm eating and drinking this well, I have to say, my Quality of Life is excellent. Hospice can wait!
Eggs-and-Bacon!
(Can't use the A-word, cuz it's Lent)
But, they are necessary (so I am told).
When I was in hospital in 2016, my nurse (a lovely Bulgarian lady, who could write in three different alphabets - Cyrillic, Greek, and Roman - having graduated from Athens University) was Most Concerned that the Episcopal Toes were sometimes a bit swollen, and was for ever adjusting the said stockings.
Just home from surgery again, more pain but hoping to relieve pain in the long run (however long, that is). More tumours removed, lots of post-op bleeding, you're all aware of the routine. Nothing specific on further treatment. I'm sorry I haven't kept up with the forum. Just checking in.
Prayers for all affected by this evil.
Compression stockings are new to me. They seem designed for the seventh circle of Hell, if not lower.
D. didn't live long enough after surgery to get to the compression-stocking stage, but his legs and feet were very swollen, and IIRC they had them wrapped in a sort of blow-up thing, a bit like a blood-pressure sleeve.
For all dealing with cancer, whether it's eating away at their own bodies or at the body of one they love.
I lost another friend to evil cancer last week - a retired organ builder/tuner and fellow choral singer from Northern Ireland.
Haven't enough musicians died of cancer recently?
I have a serious issue. Please see the Prayer thread in All Saints for details - I can't quite bear to type it out again.
(Piglet)
(ThunderBunk and mother)
(@idj , @Robert Armin @Galilit )
Not going back ...
I have been relatively self-isolating for nearly 2 years but this is defintely an intensification
I can't say that I consciously look at our local corner-shop in the same way, but I can understand the worry caused to those with chronic illness, especially if their immune system (like yours, and mine) is compromised.
Kyrie eleison.
<votives> for Ross, and all on this bloody over-long thread...77500+ views?
I've won the short-term battle - I'm to have a treatment tomorrow. But I'm kicking myself for going on Medicare, which I was assured would save me money: If I have to pay for these meds, it's $13,000 a month. Who can afford that? (Rhetorical question: the answer is "Not I.")
*Brief anecdote. Back when I signed up for Medicare Rx via phone, the rep had a very very lengthy disclosure/disclaimer thing she had to read to me. It went on and on about various restrictions. At the end of it (because I try not to shoot the messenger) I simply said, "Wow ... how much verbal abuse do you have to take on a daily basis?" She said, "Oh, you have no idea ...."
Just on a side note.
Fuck Covid-19