A brief hiatus
Necessity is the mother of invention, they say, and it is so true. I had to dash out to a funeral this morning well before Gilly was scheduled to awaken. I woke him at 9:00 and suggested he take two spoonfuls of apple sauce and then his pills. He complied and drifted back to sleep.
I arrived home at 11:30. He was making breakfast. I had cut him bread for toast, but other than that, he was working independently. He tends to make his own coffee, which is just about the only task he initiates on a regular basis.
The ‘inventive’ part is that there was less pressure to eat, and this seemed to result in more food consumption during the day. By 9:30 this evening he will be done with all medication. I will have a less stressful evening, because I needn’t remind him to take or do anything. Normally, I’m up until nearly midnight (or later sometimes) to get the 4th set of pills in with a 4 hour stretch between doses. By awakening him in the early morn to take his pills, the whole procedure will end much earlier. Hello!!! Why did I not think of this before? I will continue to do this every day from now on. Today, I did not tie ‘meals’ per se to taking medication. I simply insisted he had a little something each time he took his pills, hence the extra snacks. He had 3 relatively normal meals and three snacks. I think we’re onto something here.
I was disappointed to see the heavy rain this morning. I wanted to work on trimming the walkway down the side of the house towards the back, and planned to make some headway in the back as well before tomorrow’s tree cutting crew arrives. When I finished all necessary tasks for the day I put on Yaron's rain suit; used originally for fishing in the rain. With hands full of cool tools I was all set to move out the front door when I realized my hood was not on and the rain was teaming. I asked Yaron the help. “There is no hood, mom,” he informed me. “What good is a rain suit without a hood?” I asked incredulously. “Please bring me a plastic bag,” I requested. I must have been a sight for sore eyes, let me tell you. I managed to fill 2 ½ bags, then was called in for dinner.
Yaron wanted to eat at a reasonable hour so he could go out on what he calls his last night of the summer. I came in as soon as he beckoned me (he was in charge of the Bar-B-Q-ing) because I know how important it is to have a few of us for dinner. It’s more pleasant all around.
I arrived on our doorstep, drenched on the outside, but surprisingly dry on the inside. Some would say I’m a bit of a nut. When I’m on a roll, it’s hard to stop me. I had a mission, and wanted to complete it. I managed to accomplish a third of my goal; not bad for a cold and soggy day. Gilly did respond relatively well to dining as a threesome, so I’m glad we had that time together.
He’s taken to hanging about upstairs in the living room as of this morning. He will not say why, but I think he’s too tired to do the stairs. It’s easier for me to keep track of him this way, so I am pleased on that level, however, knowing he may feel too weak to venture down to his favourite place doesn’t sit all that well in my gut. He’s sleeping on the couch right now, listening to music; I check on him often.
My whirlwind first week of teaching begins tomorrow. I may not get to put any more postings on the blog this week until Thursday or Firday, so please excuse my lapse in communication. I can’t do it all, and get things right; I have to prioritize. This week, the priority is falling into a work pattern while maintaining Gilly's safety and well being; this is the phase I’ve been dreading, so I have to give it all my strength and attention.
See ya closer to week’s end. Have a good one, readers…
I arrived home at 11:30. He was making breakfast. I had cut him bread for toast, but other than that, he was working independently. He tends to make his own coffee, which is just about the only task he initiates on a regular basis.
The ‘inventive’ part is that there was less pressure to eat, and this seemed to result in more food consumption during the day. By 9:30 this evening he will be done with all medication. I will have a less stressful evening, because I needn’t remind him to take or do anything. Normally, I’m up until nearly midnight (or later sometimes) to get the 4th set of pills in with a 4 hour stretch between doses. By awakening him in the early morn to take his pills, the whole procedure will end much earlier. Hello!!! Why did I not think of this before? I will continue to do this every day from now on. Today, I did not tie ‘meals’ per se to taking medication. I simply insisted he had a little something each time he took his pills, hence the extra snacks. He had 3 relatively normal meals and three snacks. I think we’re onto something here.
I was disappointed to see the heavy rain this morning. I wanted to work on trimming the walkway down the side of the house towards the back, and planned to make some headway in the back as well before tomorrow’s tree cutting crew arrives. When I finished all necessary tasks for the day I put on Yaron's rain suit; used originally for fishing in the rain. With hands full of cool tools I was all set to move out the front door when I realized my hood was not on and the rain was teaming. I asked Yaron the help. “There is no hood, mom,” he informed me. “What good is a rain suit without a hood?” I asked incredulously. “Please bring me a plastic bag,” I requested. I must have been a sight for sore eyes, let me tell you. I managed to fill 2 ½ bags, then was called in for dinner.
Yaron wanted to eat at a reasonable hour so he could go out on what he calls his last night of the summer. I came in as soon as he beckoned me (he was in charge of the Bar-B-Q-ing) because I know how important it is to have a few of us for dinner. It’s more pleasant all around.
I arrived on our doorstep, drenched on the outside, but surprisingly dry on the inside. Some would say I’m a bit of a nut. When I’m on a roll, it’s hard to stop me. I had a mission, and wanted to complete it. I managed to accomplish a third of my goal; not bad for a cold and soggy day. Gilly did respond relatively well to dining as a threesome, so I’m glad we had that time together.
He’s taken to hanging about upstairs in the living room as of this morning. He will not say why, but I think he’s too tired to do the stairs. It’s easier for me to keep track of him this way, so I am pleased on that level, however, knowing he may feel too weak to venture down to his favourite place doesn’t sit all that well in my gut. He’s sleeping on the couch right now, listening to music; I check on him often.
My whirlwind first week of teaching begins tomorrow. I may not get to put any more postings on the blog this week until Thursday or Firday, so please excuse my lapse in communication. I can’t do it all, and get things right; I have to prioritize. This week, the priority is falling into a work pattern while maintaining Gilly's safety and well being; this is the phase I’ve been dreading, so I have to give it all my strength and attention.
See ya closer to week’s end. Have a good one, readers…
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