Monday, 23 December 2013
a little tipple
He sounds great and is taking things slowly but is happy to be pain free in his back and almost that way for his stomach.
He had post-op visit to the surgeon today who is very pleased with the result of the operation. He has a plan for rehab to cover the next few weeks before another checkup.
I've always been able to tell how he feels by listening to his voice, even over the phone. He can't hide tiredness, pain, drug haze from painkillers etc. It's just lovely to hear him sounding so alert when we speak on the phone. He probably won't make the Boxing Day meal at his brother's on Central Coast. Too much time sitting in the car is not a good idea. Last year, he had an impromptu gathering at his big house in Stanmore and youngest son felt it was the Christmas gathering he had missed out on. With middle son in a nasty situation, youngest son is returning the favour at his new place with the jetty and great view over the bay. I am sure DIL needs some professional help. She's never been easy to get along with and members of the family can tell tales of her attitude. However, right now, venom and bile just ooze from her.
When I turned it over, I saw it's not wine at all, but olive oil from this year's pressing at an olive grove in Goulburn, NSW. She bought it on her travels this year. It tastes really good and is fresh and light. It's now being used at home and I am enjoying it. What is also good is that the tap is very good, allowing absolutely no drips to escape. The cask holds 250 ml and is a rather neat marketing idea for the growers.
I have other pictures I could show but most of them show a very deep, nasty cut which I inflicted on myself several days ago. I was aware that the knife could slip but thought I had taken enough care and had positioned my fingers out of harm's way. Not so, I have a very deep cut running diagonally on top of my left index finger and covering the middle joint.
Of course I was home by myself. It took me about half an hour to stem the bleeding and when I looked at it I quickly put a bandaid around it and rang my St John friend who would have happily come over to dress it for me. Phone didn't answer and he didn't reply to an SMS for some hours. My son arrived and went straight to the pharmacist where he bought non-stick dressing bandaids, with the same material as the old Telfa wound dressings. It's healing, but is sore and I suspect went almost to the bone.
When he had finished cleaning it up, he made us each a gin and tonic, possibly my first or second one this year, even at the end of December. We both needed it. He's doing OK, but DiL is being very unpleasant. She keeps putting his stuff on the porch and telling him by text to pick it up or she will dump it. She knows this place is small.
As my mother would have said, it's stinking hot here today. A southerly is due soon, I hope. I've been following the drop in temperatures up the coast and for me, it can't get here quickly enough. Heavy cloud and humidity. This is the second day like this and last night was almost unbearable. Friday was the same and I could not avoid going out. I had a doctor's appointment. I was fortunate enough to score a seat under the air con outlet in the waiting room. I had quite a wait. He's the principal in the practice and was complaining of being very short staffed. I decided to catch a cab home. It's actually walkable distance from here, but in that heat there was no way I was walking. My guess is that it's probably about 45 minutes to walk on a good day. Unfortunately, every man and his dog wanted a cab and I had a long wait.
I hope you all have a good time at Christmas and enjoy any holiday break.