What a shock

I have had my new car for a few days now. I am enjoying driving it around. I am happy that so far I have not yet stalled the engine. I was worried about swapping my automatic for manual transmission after my last three cars being automatic. However what I don’t like is getting out and getting an electric shock each time I close the door. I am learning to use my sleeve. I’m gradually finding my way around the various functions on the screen etc. I have even managed to pair my phone. This will help when I’m out and my mother tries to phone me to see when I’m coming home.

In the last few days I have done a bit of gardening. The sweet peas are in as are the nasturtium seeds. Solar lamps are hanging in the crab apple tree and another tree that I don’t know the identity of. Solar powered garden tea lights are along the edge of the patio at the end of the lawn.

Oddly we didn’t have very much wild life in the garden. There were no Pigeons, no Doves, only one Robin a couple of times later in the day. Only one squirrel came for a visit and that wasn’t until tea time. We have no idea what was going on. I am happy to say that we have seen a robin several times and a collared dove but also the dunnock and some sparrows. We don’t often have sparrows in the back garden although they can be seen in the lilac tree at the front of the house.

Today is perfect weather for drying the washing. Unfortunately I am waiting for someone tall and strong to put our new washing line. However I have managed to hang my washing on an airer set up in the middle of the lawn.

I have been out to pick up some of my Avon brochures. I have another £80 in orders to add to my tally for April. I have more to collect on Wednesday when I shall also be putting more out for next week.

I had my second Pfizer jab on Saturday evening. I am pleased to report that apart from a slightly sore arm I have no other side effects. I’m not planning to be out partying any time soon but now that we have both had both our jabs we are a little more confident about seeing anyone else.

I have been knitting in yellow the last few days. an yellow and green striped jumper and a yellow pixie hat.

It’s my birthday

This is my second lockdown birthday. My third non birthday in consecutive years. Tomorrow some of the lockdown restriction are being eased. A day late for my birthday. However we are having a family get together on Tuesday at a near by play area so that we can be outdoors and let my two grandchildren play. It will be interesting to see what they make of each other. My grandson will be 3 later this month and my granddaughter 18 months. With this pandemic they have not had much opportunity to meet. The last time I saw them both at once was our family christmas meal 2019. When my granddaughter was just 3 months old and slept most of the time.

This morning I have received many birthday wishes including one from an old friend I hadn’t spoken to for a number of years. We have had a long chat on the phone catching up with the changes in both our lives. I also had a video call with my granddaughter and her daddy. I can’t wait to see her on Tuesday.

Otherwise the day is not much different to any other day. I have been working on my new Avon Blog. I am treating us to some cider to have with dinner tonight.

Unexpected practice

I don’t get much practice as I don’t take mum out very often. The first time this year was when I took her for her first vaccine on 1st February. Today I was taking her for her second jab. Easy, or at least it should have been. She had her first jab at our GP surgery but this time it was to be somewhere else. The majority of people in our town have been going to the next town for our jabs. When she got the phone call to book her jab she was told it was at this other place. We naturally assumed it was at the same place the rest of us had been before.

I parked up got mum into her wheelchair and pushed her along the pavement to the health centre , we were 10 minutes early. There were others walking away. I didn’t think much of it thinking they had had their jab. It wasn’t until we were inside the building that we found a notice telling us that the vaccine centre has moved to the community centre.

Stupidly I figured that this was the place I had gone to with the other parent when he had his diabetic eye screening. On that occasion I sat in the car dog sitting. So I got mum back into the car, drove to the car park by where I now thought it was. Having got mum out of the car and into her wheelchair again we made our way to the front of the building. There was no sign that anything was happening there. Back we went to the car. Helping mum back into the car. I then found out that the community centre is on a road leading from White Hart Lane. (not the home of Tottenham hotspurs). Finally we arrived at the correct place 20 minutes late. Yet again getting mum into the wheelchair.

Once we reached the front of the queue they couldn’t find her name so we had to proceed as “unidentified”. It was only a few minutes later that we were shown to the allotted vaccine station. Typing the information into the computer the young girl had a problem with the post code. Someone else had to come over to help. Finally we were free to go 40 minutes after the original appointment time. At least now I know where to go next week when it’s my turn for my second jab.

I think I can say that I got plenty of practice not only getting the wheelchair in and out of the car, but getting mum in and out of the car and chair.

Drained

I am sad that Prince Philip died today. I was hoping he would make it to his birthday. I was on my way home from collecting my prescription when I heard the news.

I was up early this morning as I was waiting for a telephone appointment with one of the doctors at our practice. I didn’t know what time the call would be and I didn’t want to miss it.

Just before 8.30 it occurred to me that I should take my phone off silent mode. Oops, I had missed the call I was waiting for by 3 minutes. 3 minutes! Can you believe it?. I waited for the call back. Finally 2.5 hours later it came through. Now in preparation for this call I had written a letter explaining my current situation ( to save time). I addressed the envelope for the attention of the Dr phoning me on 9th April.

I had delivered the letter 2 days ago. I wrongly assumed this would be enough time to get it to the correct doctor. He hadn’t seen it so I had to explain about my cancer, pelvic radiation disease and consequent ileal conduit surgery. My current condition since the surgery. We had a good chat about it and he explained what he thought would be the best plan moving forward, he is calling this the corn flour method.

He sent the prescription through to the pharmacy. If this doesn’t work there is another route we can try.

I collected my prescription and came home. You could have knocked me over with a feather when I looked to see what I had got.

What the heck! I very nearly phoned the surgery to make sure this wasn’t a mistake.

I checked online to see if this is a suitable remedy for bile acid malabsorption. Apparently it is. I had one sachet after my lunch. I was in the loo within minutes. Ok this might just be a coincidence as it hasn’t had time to do anything. Over the next couple of hours I have been in the loo several times and my stomach is hurting. I’ve only had one dose so I shall give it a few days to see how it goes.

I’m not looking forward to the next few days if it doesn’t help as I am going to be taking my mum for her jab tomorrow and dog sitting for my ex while he has his on Sunday.

At the moment I am feeling drained and want to curl up and sleep.

It’s my birthday on Sunday but I’m looking forward to Tuesday when if all goes well I shall get to see my family.

How is this right?

Today my car went into the garage to see what they could discover about my current car problems. It turns out to be a computer problem which can only be fixed by a main dealer garage. I can see my money vanishing into thin air. Who knows how long it could be until my car is fixed. In the meantime I have parked on the roadside so that I don’t need to worry about this reversing issue more than necessary.

Although primarily I use my car for my own benefit we also need it for transporting my mother who has MS. Whenever my mother leaves the house we have to move her by wheelchair. Since my surgery last August I have not attempted to lift her wheelchair in or out of my car. I have had help to do this. The last time I got a new car (to me) I needed to find one with a boot that was big enough to accommodate mum’s pink wheelchair, This wasn’t easy on the budget I had. In the end I got a 10 year old Renault Scenic. Unfortunately I was unable to find a suitable petrol car, so diesel it was. Not ideal as I do lots of short journeys with lots of stop starting.

Today was the day my mum has been waiting for since before Christmas. It was V day. Her first coronavirus vaccine shot . It just happened to be the day that my car was at the garage. I borrowed a car from the garage for the day.

Since speaking to the garage mechanic we have been having conversations about what to do if my car is either too expensive or too difficult to repair. One thought was that as Mum is disabled maybe she could get a mobility car with me as the named driver. We figured that this would generate lots of paperwork to fill in but would be worth it. After three of us looking into this online we came to the conclusion that this would not be possible.

If my Mum was still working she could get PIP (formerly Disability Living Allowance). She would be able to get a mobility vehicle. However even though she had MS for many years before retiring it is only in recent years that her mobility has become so difficult. Because of her age she is entitled to Attendance Allowance which she has been receiving for the last 18 months. This however doesn’t qualify her for Mobility help. We have gone over and over everything we can find. It would seem that becoming disabled after retirement age (unless you receive a Military Pension) you must stay at home and never go anywhere.

If we don’t have a vehicle of some sort it will make my life difficult but also my mother’s life. In the past year she has only left the house for medical appointments. Without a car she would need to get a taxi to her appointments. This would cause her great stress. Not only ordering a taxi, I know I can do this for her but she is an independent woman. She would be getting stressed about ordering a taxi in time to get there and needing another for the return journey. She would be stressed about finding a suitable taxi that can take her wheelchair. I know that she is not alone in being a person over retirement age who has mobility issues. How can it be right that unless you become disabled prior to retirement you do not qualify for transport whether it is a vehicle or a mobility scooter.

Back to the drawing board.

If anyone has any other information on whether or how we can do this please let me know.

Needles

For months now during this pandemic the news has been full of vaccines. Whether it is about which vaccines have been approved, how many have been administered or the different priority groups. Lately it has also been about Britain versus EU vaccine availability. I’m sick of it!

It isn’t so much the news that I’m sick of but the images shown on tv.

You see for me watching the news has become a thing of torture. I know I am not alone in this. I have a needle phobia. I don’t mind the talk about immunisations. It is the many many images of needles going into arms. Why do politicians and journalists even have to say ‘jabs into arms’? Why can’t they talk about vaccinations without saying it that way. Why do they insist on showing film of needle going into arms. It just isn’t necessary.

I’ve had enough, we all know what a vaccine looks like. We all know that it involves a needle. Over the years I have had many many needles in my arms and hands. That’s ok, so long as I don’t have to do it or even look.

Please please can they stop showing it. just talk about it don’t show and and don’t call it jabs in arms.