So I never made it to Skegness…
On the day I was meant to go, I was awoken in the early hours with a very sharp, and aching pain on the top of my left leg – and found what I thought was a massive boil that looked like a giant nipple!
My support worker came that morning as she was taking me to the railway station to catch the train and I showed it her, and within 20 minutes I was at the GP surgery. After about an hour and a half waiting the nurse went for the GP who did a little surgery to lance it, put a clip on it and dressed it up. I was told then that it was an abscess and not a boil and it needed lancing to let the infection out. I have been given a course of antibiotics and if all is well, I haven’t got to go back, as I have been given some extra dressings to put on myself every other day.
So the seaside didn’t beckon, as seeing as though I haven’t been away for over 5 years now, I’m sure that I can wait a little while longer before I get actually get to the coast again.
I’m going to the coast tomorrow – just for a couple of days to meet my nephew and his family who are already on holiday there.
I haven’t had a real holiday for over 5 years now so this couple of days will no doubt be hectic, but I know will definitely recharge the old batteries… that have certainly been a little flat of late.
My support worker is going to take me to Newark railway station and from there I am going to make my way to Lincoln, where I will catch the service bus to Skegness – and from there travel to Chapel-St-Leonards to meet the family around tea time.
I’ve done a travel itinerary for my times and have left me enough time to ‘hobble’ between the terminus and stations. I’ve also done a checklist and my support worker has helped me pack a shoulder bag for me to take with a change of clothes, medication and of course my mobile phone and charger!
I’m looking forward to it… the travelling, as I never thought I would do it again, and meeting my family members who are on holiday there and those that live there too.
It’s also my great nephew Joshua Daryl’s birthday on Friday and I will be able to see him on it now as well.
As I progress through my condition, the appearance of my writing and state of my spelling leaves a lot to be desired… in fact even I struggle to see what I have written myself!
This is where my iMac and MacBook, and in particular Apple computers come into their own. They have, as standard a built-in word autocorrect that you can turn on through the Language settings of the System Preferences – Windows doesn’t have this feature built in as standard through any program where to have to type. But OS X does and why I love Apple computers in particular.
Also with the Apple OS X desktop compared to Windows desktops, you can add ‘Live’ wallpaper that looks so realistic, compared to the Windows 3D animated that you get… actual film clips can be run in the background, without it disrupting any other app running and because each app on a Mac computer is allocated its own RAM memory percentage, this won’t be shared with any other app you run, so therefore each app runs individually on its own ‘steam’ so to speak.
I use a live desktop app called ‘Living Weather HD’, which I purchased when it was on a 80% discount (£0.69) and with this I get an animated realtime clock which you can set at either 12 or 24 hours, the up-to-the-minute weather forecast, updated every minute, from your own town (either using System Location sensors or manually typing in your town) and a live animated desktop background feature using the current weather conditions at the time – and these past couple of weeks sure have been sunny and hot here in the Great East Midlands!
I’ve added a 10+ second clip of it, just to show what I mean… I can feel quite relaxed just looking at my iMac desktop without even using the computer – the scenes are simply beautiful!
My support worker is going on holiday this week and isn’t due back to her carer’s role until a week on Monday… I wish her a very happy holiday, it has to be thoroughly earned.
On my four hour visit with her on Thursday gone, we tried to do as much as possible (and didn’t quite succeed) so as to make it more comfortable and manageable for me over the next nine days until she visits me again.
We went into town and did a massive shop to make sure that I had enough provisions to last me for nearly two weeks – and her fear I was having a seizure at the store’s checkout when the woman serving us told me how much the shopping bill had come to!
All my main utility bills are paid, and come her next visit, the others that will be due can be paid also – so there isn’t a problem financially as such, but emotionally there will be.
She is the only person I ever really have contact with on a personal level at my home… I very rarely have family members or visitors come and see me you see. There isn’t any physical or friendship emotion with her on a personal level at all, it is just the fact that you know you are definitely going to have a visitor that makes things tolerable – and suddenly realising that you probably aren’t going to see anyone at all for nearly a fortnight, with just yourself for company, is hardly knicker-wagging!
But I will get through it, as I normally do all such obstacles that come my way… but I have insisted that she brings me a stick of rock back!
I am saddened this week to announce the death of my late father’s sister, my Aunty Clara, who has died at the age 86 following a struggle with Alzheimer’s Disease these past two years or so.
We were quite close, but these past few months she became increasingly more confused, and up to two weeks ago, never even acknowledged or recognised who I was.
Dementia runs on both sides of my parents’ families, but it within my father’s side, the illness takes a rapid and deteriorating approach much for quickly than that of my mother’s hereditary condition.
My Aunty Clara was a devout Christian, and no doubt there will be some religious ceremony at her funeral, but I must attend it, as both a representative of my late father, and also as someone who found himself over the years becoming very fond of his aunty… especially her humour, which couldn’t be very caustic and dry – quite like mine!
Be at peace Aunty Clara… you are with those you’ve loved and lost now – and more than that – you’re free!