OK.. where was I? Oh yes, July 1st was my last post, I'm sorry about the lack of them but read on and you'll know all about our peculiar week which includes me being put into JAIL!
First of July.. yippee, she had an appointment with Valerie Worwood out in Romford. She'd woken up with an extremely painful lower colon and took a pill (very rare as she doesn't like taking pills) and thought no more about it. (This was the point at which my last post finished.. read on, Dear Readers, read on).
Then at 08.30am she went to the bathroom and haemorrhaged! Don't panic folks.. we have this down to a fine art.. she washed, dressed, put her always ready packed emergency over-night case in the hall, put iPad, mobile etc, etc into her Rotary case, called her Gastro team at 09.00 and told them she was heading for A&E. I got into my travelling cage and zoom, we were out of the door! She called Valerie's salon and left a message telling them what was happening and that she wasn't able to come.
Off to 'jail' I went, I know them very well as I always go there if she has to go away, dear Sandy was surprised to see her as she had been there the day before buying my YumYum. Having checked me in, she went to A&E. No fuss, the team were great but oh lordy, she was told almost immediately that she was going to be admitted.. fiddle-the-diddle.. thank goodness she was way ahead of schedule for our first Rotary Fundraiser!
NIL BY MOUTH.. she hates those words! It was a blistering hot day, every fan in the place was going but she was allowed to wash her mouth out with icy water as long as she promised to spit it out!
This, Dear Readers, is real life! If you want to read about who wore what and how much they paid for it.. read another Blog elsewhere.
Fast forward.. xrays, blood tests, 'examinations'.. admitted into a surgical ward.. SIGH. But she had that bag of 'tricks' with her, a good book, Rotary stuff, iPad, mobile, chargers for everything. So she set up her office, logged on and started working.
"Hello, we need to know who are your next of kin?" a nurse came and asked her. Haha.. you're having a giraffe! They don't care a monkey's toss, except about what she'll leave when she dies, there is absolutely point in letting either of her brothers know she's in hospital. Cousin Bruce and Rotary friends were the people she let know.
Next morning. No more blood.. The Registrar visited with the doctor who had admitted her and they talked at length about her colon. She is now under their care. OI VEY. The Surgical team!
"When were your last colonoscopy and endoscopys' done? Over a year, ok, then we want another done soon, we'll organise it and in the meantime, we'll pull your notes from the other team, you're being released with these antibiotics and this ('industrial strength') pain killer just in case that pain comes back, you have a very high pain threshold which is not a good thing as you should have come in yesterday and there is this other medication you MUST take three times a day, is this all clear?".
Zoom.. she bolted out of Alcatraz, via their pharmacy to pick up the medications, called the aviary to let them know and then I, too, was released from jail and off we shot back home! What a ......, a whole day wasted in jail! She did have the sense to stay quietly at home that day.. but both telephone lines were burning!
Friday.. no pain.. what bliss.. NO blood.. even more blissful!
So hey-ho off we go.. to Sing With Dementia in Streatham Hill.. Yeah.. FULL HOUSE! Such fun was had.. oh, so many kisses were kissed and hugs were hugged! I flew and whistled and bobbed up and down.. lordy such a good time was had by all!
Then we ran down the road.. gross fib! She ran, I jobbled about a bit, down to Streatham High Road to meet the team she's working with at Morrisons. Lubbly-jubbly folk. Then home again, home again, jiggedy-jig!
Saturday morning, up early, we ate a truly scrummydumptious fast breaking meal and I stayed at home whilst she sent off to work at the shop. It was a blisteringly hot day so she volunteered to go and get a couple of ice lollies. Down Bute Street she went and just as she was about to turn into the Old Brompton Road, when whom should she see sitting on a chiller box?
Why. It was Goaty Mum herself! Yes folks, Ellie's Dairy is now at the Farmer's Market - 10.00 ~ 2pm - in Bute Street, South Kensington, London SW7, on the first Saturday of every month.She stood still and said quietly "And what do you think you're doing here?".. that gave Debbie a bit of a shock!
Despite the fact it was American Independance Day, Wimbledon and very hot, it was a busy day in the shop with lots of people buying and bringing donations in, including one annoying young customer whom she eventually told that he was talking 'rubbish' and that you made a lamp by doing so and so.
He tried to be cute and said "qualifications?" - some mothers do 'ave 'em - so she replied "twenty years experience and a Royal Warrant to supply HM The Queen with lamps and lampshades" and whilst she was say this, in walked one of her oldest clients!
God is sometimes very cute with his humour! For the client grabbed her and cried "It's true! Bobby said you were here and here you are.." and the rest of the conversation left the annoying man in NO doubt that she 'knew a bit' about lamps!
So there you have 'That was our the week that was'.. today is the first day of Streatham Festival which she has to get to in order to help 'man' the Rotarians stall. I'm staying here and I am mighty glad too for it poured with rain earlier, the sky is still VERY iffy and it is doesn't look as if it is going to cheer up anytime soon.
It's also the first anniversary of the death of our most beloved and treasured friend Marina Orpin, she died sometime in the night of July 4th. We miss her enormously.. veryvery BIG sigh.
GeeGee Parrot.
July 5th, 2015.
First of July.. yippee, she had an appointment with Valerie Worwood out in Romford. She'd woken up with an extremely painful lower colon and took a pill (very rare as she doesn't like taking pills) and thought no more about it. (This was the point at which my last post finished.. read on, Dear Readers, read on).
Then at 08.30am she went to the bathroom and haemorrhaged! Don't panic folks.. we have this down to a fine art.. she washed, dressed, put her always ready packed emergency over-night case in the hall, put iPad, mobile etc, etc into her Rotary case, called her Gastro team at 09.00 and told them she was heading for A&E. I got into my travelling cage and zoom, we were out of the door! She called Valerie's salon and left a message telling them what was happening and that she wasn't able to come.
Off to 'jail' I went, I know them very well as I always go there if she has to go away, dear Sandy was surprised to see her as she had been there the day before buying my YumYum. Having checked me in, she went to A&E. No fuss, the team were great but oh lordy, she was told almost immediately that she was going to be admitted.. fiddle-the-diddle.. thank goodness she was way ahead of schedule for our first Rotary Fundraiser!
NIL BY MOUTH.. she hates those words! It was a blistering hot day, every fan in the place was going but she was allowed to wash her mouth out with icy water as long as she promised to spit it out!
This, Dear Readers, is real life! If you want to read about who wore what and how much they paid for it.. read another Blog elsewhere.
Fast forward.. xrays, blood tests, 'examinations'.. admitted into a surgical ward.. SIGH. But she had that bag of 'tricks' with her, a good book, Rotary stuff, iPad, mobile, chargers for everything. So she set up her office, logged on and started working.
"Hello, we need to know who are your next of kin?" a nurse came and asked her. Haha.. you're having a giraffe! They don't care a monkey's toss, except about what she'll leave when she dies, there is absolutely point in letting either of her brothers know she's in hospital. Cousin Bruce and Rotary friends were the people she let know.
Next morning. No more blood.. The Registrar visited with the doctor who had admitted her and they talked at length about her colon. She is now under their care. OI VEY. The Surgical team!
"When were your last colonoscopy and endoscopys' done? Over a year, ok, then we want another done soon, we'll organise it and in the meantime, we'll pull your notes from the other team, you're being released with these antibiotics and this ('industrial strength') pain killer just in case that pain comes back, you have a very high pain threshold which is not a good thing as you should have come in yesterday and there is this other medication you MUST take three times a day, is this all clear?".
Zoom.. she bolted out of Alcatraz, via their pharmacy to pick up the medications, called the aviary to let them know and then I, too, was released from jail and off we shot back home! What a ......, a whole day wasted in jail! She did have the sense to stay quietly at home that day.. but both telephone lines were burning!
Friday.. no pain.. what bliss.. NO blood.. even more blissful!
So hey-ho off we go.. to Sing With Dementia in Streatham Hill.. Yeah.. FULL HOUSE! Such fun was had.. oh, so many kisses were kissed and hugs were hugged! I flew and whistled and bobbed up and down.. lordy such a good time was had by all!
Then we ran down the road.. gross fib! She ran, I jobbled about a bit, down to Streatham High Road to meet the team she's working with at Morrisons. Lubbly-jubbly folk. Then home again, home again, jiggedy-jig!
Saturday morning, up early, we ate a truly scrummydumptious fast breaking meal and I stayed at home whilst she sent off to work at the shop. It was a blisteringly hot day so she volunteered to go and get a couple of ice lollies. Down Bute Street she went and just as she was about to turn into the Old Brompton Road, when whom should she see sitting on a chiller box?
Why. It was Goaty Mum herself! Yes folks, Ellie's Dairy is now at the Farmer's Market - 10.00 ~ 2pm - in Bute Street, South Kensington, London SW7, on the first Saturday of every month.She stood still and said quietly "And what do you think you're doing here?".. that gave Debbie a bit of a shock!
Despite the fact it was American Independance Day, Wimbledon and very hot, it was a busy day in the shop with lots of people buying and bringing donations in, including one annoying young customer whom she eventually told that he was talking 'rubbish' and that you made a lamp by doing so and so.
He tried to be cute and said "qualifications?" - some mothers do 'ave 'em - so she replied "twenty years experience and a Royal Warrant to supply HM The Queen with lamps and lampshades" and whilst she was say this, in walked one of her oldest clients!
God is sometimes very cute with his humour! For the client grabbed her and cried "It's true! Bobby said you were here and here you are.." and the rest of the conversation left the annoying man in NO doubt that she 'knew a bit' about lamps!
So there you have 'That was our the week that was'.. today is the first day of Streatham Festival which she has to get to in order to help 'man' the Rotarians stall. I'm staying here and I am mighty glad too for it poured with rain earlier, the sky is still VERY iffy and it is doesn't look as if it is going to cheer up anytime soon.
It's also the first anniversary of the death of our most beloved and treasured friend Marina Orpin, she died sometime in the night of July 4th. We miss her enormously.. veryvery BIG sigh.
GeeGee Parrot.
July 5th, 2015.
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