A bien tôt
Yesterday was one of those days where, if I had known in advance what it was going to be like, I would have skipped it somehow.
It was a series of bad news, things not working and a visit from a honcho from the Health Service.
Now the visit in itself wasn’t too bad. It was a new girl who we hadn’t seen before and she was very concerned about Herself’s mobility, and in particular the difficulty of getting her in and out of bed. I had to demonstrate a couple of times how I manage to get her shifted and that nearly put my back out again.
To cut a long story short, she decided what Herself needed an orthopaedic bed or some such and that she would arrange for one. I asked if it was like one of those hospital beds with levers for absolutely everything and she said it was. I pointed out that for one thing they would never get it upstairs, and if they did that the floor would probably give way.
We pondered this for a moment and Honcho announced that the bed would have to go downstairs, and the only place available was the back room which is still full of junk. I wasn’t too worried as the chances of actually getting one of those beds was slim.
I got a phone call this morning. Honcho’s boss was ringing to tell me that they had a plentiful supply and when could they deliver it! I thought our health service was supposed to be broke? Anyhows I told her to hold off for a bit so she said she’d phone back in a fortnight.
So now I have to clear out that room. It really is a fucking nightmare and is going to take me an age. Also Herself has announced that she wants the room redecorated before she moves in. I told her she was damned lucky I wasn’t shifting her to an Old Folks’ Home.
The long and the short is that I probably will be missing from posting for a while.
I’m only fitting this in during a brief two hour break from lugging shit around the house.
The good news is that I have just been given a present of two litres of whiskey.
Talk amongst yourselves.
Ok first off give the whiskey to K8. She’ll know what to do with it. Secondly go pick some of that little green plant you have growing out in the backyard and fill your pipe with it. Smoke it. Then you’ll be ready to tackle the job of cleaning out the room for Herself.
In fairness to K8, she’d just bung it back. She hasn’t touched a drop now in seventeen months and is rightly delighted with herself.
What are we supposed to talk ABOUT amongst ourselves without your input?
🙁
Go easy on yourself, please!
Am I right in thinking that the Irish Health Service gives you two litres of whiskey, as well as a fancy bed? Maybe I created a link that wasn’t there?
Sheer coincidence. Our health service isn’t that advanced.
*Mumble, mumble, inaudible chatter*
Now that I do sympathise regarding the whiskey. At least you can forget about the bed for a couple of days!
I’d be glad to lend a hand but I don’t swim so well these days. Also, I can’t understand all this talking among ourselves–over half of the group are speaking Gaelic which leaves us English speaking blokes stuck in a corner somewhere by ourselves.
So why aren’t we talking amongst ourselves?
Go ahead!
Three days have elapsed so I presume the two litres of whiskey are history. I hope your head recovers soon.
I’m still working on the backlog before lacing into the new stuff. So far I have demolished a Black Bushmills and am close to finishing the Kilbeggan. I keep a well stocked cabinet!