We are still soldiering on. My husband has an appointment with a neurologist on Monday – we will see what she has to say.
To add to the excitement, the specialist is in Johannesburg. I don’t know my way around Johannesburg. My husband always used to drive in Johannesburg. I bought a GPS system that I haven’t had time to learn how to use. My next post may be from outer (or inner) Mongolia. I have no sense of direction – I mean that seriously as in I don’t know my left from my right. I’m mostly right handed, but do quite a few things left handed, and also switch around numbers, like 34 and 43. They would probably have a fancy name for it today. Suffice it to say I get lost VERY easily. I will not give my opinion of people who ‘turn west onto the freeway’. Cardinal points are for people in boats.
The dog and the cat have both been to the vet recently and are on medication. If the cockatiel starts anything, I’m resigning. (FYI the spellcheck doesn’t know what a cockatiel is – it suggested cockatrice which would be interesting, but difficult to fit in the cage)
One always hears about how little appreciation women get for the work they do, but I never realised just how much my husband did with keeping yard and garden in order. The lawn needs mowing, the flower beds need weeding and I’m the one who could kill a plastic daffodil. I think it really hit me that something serious was going on when I realised the lawn he spent days replanting last year was dying for lack of water.
I am still knitting and tatting – just rather sporadically. My brain is mush.
I have started another blog – marked private – where I do all my ranting. I need to get it out somehow. Yelling and swearing might upset the neighbours…