I decided to bundle these days together as they cover the Incident With My Elbow.
The incident occurred on the 15th at the hotel. I had a lovely massage but when I went to pay there was a torrential rainstorm. Thinking I should get back as /I had my sister’s keycard, I left the safety of the spa, got drenched and managed to slip on the wet slippery outside corridor.
It was a painful landing for my elbow which cracked off the concrete in a way that will never leave me. I knew immediately that it was broken and it was. Five hours later I was in surgery; twenty-eight hours later I was back at my Dad’s and my flight delayed until Thurs so Dad could travel home with me. I wasn’t happy as I wanted to leave ASAP frankly. But that said, I saw the benefit of having Dad home with me and I knew it was more about him feeling like he needed to be with me so I waited.
Cherish family indeed.
The following week saw me take visits from concerned relatives, be bathed by my favourite aunt like I was 8 months rather than 38 years old, and essentially let others take care of me. My independent spirit was slightly irritated but it was all done kindly and with love so to refuse would be churlish.
I ended up flying alone as Dad could only get a flight on another airline. It was fine – and that independent spirit kept me going. I won’t deny it was a relief to see Dad at the end of the journey. Still, being back home in my own space means that I want – need – to assert some independence over things like showering. My sister has taken over from my aunt but I think I could now manage alone as the pain is much better.
Overall though I feel incredibly blessed. The fall could have been so much worse – if I’d hit my head or my shoulder or gone down on my hip or my spine badly…I’m lucky it was only a broken elbow. So a definite think positive on my health!
And my family have rushed to support me so as much as I cherish them, it’s nice to know they cherish me too.
Luckily, the break hasn’t delayed things too much on the make money front as I managed to make email contact from abroad and will have the delayed conversations this week.
The only thing really suffering is my write what I want which…I’m tired! And achy! But I am doing some writing and getting used to writing with only one hand!
Holiday time!! Which is mostly about cherish family.
It was gut wrenching leaving as Uncle Ken hadn’t been transferred back and wasn’t until Fri 8th.
On the other hand, it was good to get away and have time to simply be without having to be at a hospital. We spent most of the first week at the beach which was nice. Thurs did see us at an unexpected prayer meeting which was interesting to observe.
Of course, Saturday 9th was my Dad’s birthday and a good time was had by all at the bar/restaurant place he booked.
The second week was taken up with visiting family, shopping for presents and having a rainy day indoors before we headed to a hotel for a night away as a treat. The hotel was beautiful, I booked a massage, and had a lovely meal with my sister and sister-in-law. A good end to the holiday…except there was another day to go…
So, catching up.
This week was once again all about cherish family, primarily because the situation continued with Uncle Ken and a drive to get him home to Durham, but also because there were preparations to go to Dad’s 70th in Mauritius in motion.
Additionally, I had an interview on the make money front. It went well. I think it would be a great place to work – really friendly people, nice vibe. But I think I may be too qualified for them. That said, I also made contact with the consulting firm I worked with last year and got a positive response so that may happen too.
The write what I want has taken a back seat though although I managed to post one story.
OK, so I’m leaving behind the daily missives for the last few days as it really does boil down to cherish my family as the situation with Uncle Ken is ongoing.
It’s grief – for losing who he was and his knowing love (because I think he knows he loves us but I don’t think he knows why).
It’s protectiveness – for taking care of who he is now when he can’t speak for himself anymore.
It’s trying to control the uncontrollable – where he’s going next, his treatments, his home.
And it’s loss – because he’ll go home and we’ll visit but it’s not going to be the same.
On the more positive make money celebration front, I have a job interview for something I didn’t even apply for. And I have applied for a range of things so hopefully something will come of my applications even if the job interview doesn’t work out.
I walked to the hospital today which isn’t as insane as it sounds as it is only down the road, (a mere 5 minute drive in the car usually when the roadworks aren’t around), although it was longer walking than I had anticipated.
On the way there I was seriously wondering if my legs were just going to stop working – they were so tired. Possibly I don’t do enough exercise and setting off on a 30 minute walk without prior build up isn’t a good thing. I also walked back because there was a serious lack of taxis – or signs pointing towards taxis at the hospital.
It was a nice visit in that I just sat and read my book while Uncle Ken napped. There wasn’t a big song and dance of ‘visiting’ which there was on Monday and Tuesday.
I’m not supposed to be going tomorrow (my sister is going in the afternoon) but I may go in the evening anyway (I feel guilty about just leaving him alone for so long in the hospital).
Visited Uncle Ken in hospital; talked with relatives about Uncle Ken. That’s pretty much my entire existence at the moment.
I have applied for jobs because I can’t put my life on hold.
Well, casting my mind back to Friday…
write what I want
I did update a fic I’m posting but that was about it on this front.
Uncle Ken, Dad and I went out for a Chinese meal which was very nice. Dad and I chatted about real estate in Mauritius. It was a nice meal out and a nice way to end Dad’s latest vacation.