The last time I posted was at the beginning of the month. We had been ill.
Things didn’t get any better.
On 12th December we had a bit of a gathering in anticipation of Christmas. It was good fun, the last good fun we had. Oh woe are we!
On 13th Whizz reported to Accident and Emergency with a suspicious dark patch in his upper right vision
On 13th he was confirmed as having a detaching retina that needed surgery.
On 14th he had the operation.
He came home on the same day feeling very poorly and needed drops in his eye several times a day. He was not allowed to move from his left side for at least 10 days. This took us to the day after Boxing Day (I mean 26th December. Apparently Boxing Day this year was yesterday or some such silly, alleged nonsense!)
Lying in one position is very uncomfortable. He even seems to have a bed sore on his left ear!
Meanwhile I have cleared up after the party, shopped for food and presents, wrapped them, written cards and letters to go into them and put them in the post. I have made up beds for guests, walked the dog, cleaned the house and so on….
This is my sympathy motion. My husband has definitely suffered more but I have worked my effing socks off and I am now in deep shock. I have in fact hit the bottle and don’t intend to relinquish it until next year. I intend to spend the rest of the year reading my new kindle and trying to ignore the needs of others until they coincide with my own.
A merry new year to all (hic, or is it sic)