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Monday 30 September 2019

MY DIARY BY FIONA CUMMINGS


Good day to you all. Well what a week. My Husband has been rather ill so for the first time I have ever known since we have been together, he took four days off work still isn’t well but so much better than what he was. So, I have been a nurse all week.

 

It didn’t help that our GP’s give out antibiotics now for five days. Always antibiotics have been for seven days and we have been told that we won’t be better until all seven days’ worth of medicine has been consumed. So, after five days he still was really ill so had to get a Dr to call him and prescribe over the phone more pills. But guess what? he was only given tablets for two days. Hmm, so, seven days? Why not that in the beginning?

 

My poor friend Kinzie is still ill. So ill. I’m really afraid and her poor daughter has been so good keeping me up to date with what is going on but there is only so much you can take in from a far. I can’t even talk with her on the phone as her Husband says she still can’t talk. Or walk, how awful for her as she was so active. I can only hope she will be OK soon. At least I have the comfort of knowing she has people coming in to see if she is OK and help her. I’m so pleased she hasn’t had to struggle getting professionals out to her.

 

I received a letter on a bit of paper and it had my genetic information on. It made no sense to me at all. I am going to have to go back to that hospital and try to get some sense from them but from what I can gather, I have not yet had any tests done to see what type of RP I have. And I need that. How to get it? Not sure. Where to go for that? Not sure again but I shall ask my specialist when I see him, getting to see him is a total nightmare and it scares me how I will get to that hospital and how I will manage when there. It’s a total depressing place an eye hospital. There is never good news and I completely hate the way I feel when I come out. I am asked to tell if I see fingers flickering in front of my eyes. I say no, I’m blind. They then ask if I can see a light, I say no. I’m blind. Then the best or worst part, they ask me to read a sheet of paper. For goodness sake. It’s like when my poor Husband who has been totally blind since birth went into the Doctors last week, the nurse asked him to follow the light she was shining. She guided him into the room after he asked as he didn’t take his guide dog as he went by taxi because he couldn’t get into his local Drs of course, mind you, I am not sure how he would have walked there. He wasn’t steady on his feet so working a dog wouldn’t be good. And still she asked if he would follow the light on her torch.

 

If there is as much ignorance in the world of so-called professionals, how can we expect the general public to get blindness?

 

OK, grump over. I just have so much catching up to do this week with everything. I worked out by the end of the day, my washing machine will have been on for nine and a half hours. And I have some horrid emails to write one in particular I really don’t want to open as it isn’t good and requires a lot of work. Also, some files to update. Two poems to write for people and a retirement speech to do for someone. They all need posting tomorrow to get there for Saturday. I remember the days when our postal system used to deliver the next day…

 

On Friday it’s my Husbands birthday. We don’t have anything planned and it’s so hard to plan with our Son now he is a vegan. There are limited restaurants we can go to that Hub will enjoy. If any. So, not sure we will be going out for a meal. At least I have bought his gift and it’s so lovely I’m pleased with it.

 

Did I tell you I am trying to make a fairy garden? Oh, well I have been sending for bits for it but sadly they are all coming or not, from China. Well after thirty two days waiting for something that should have come after 18/twenty days, I have contacted the three sellers to inform them their items haven’t been delivered yet. One has written back saying they will refund me. But the three out of six items that have arrived, are so tiny. That would be OK, but the fairy house/castle, is enormous in comparison. Hahaha. One of the items I sent for was £1.25. The same item from the UK, delivery the next day was or is, £8. But I guess I would have at least received it.

 

So, far I have some artificial grass. A letterbox and postbox. A street lamp and the items I have not received are three different kinds of trees and a park bench.

 

Just a fact I have been reading about. Did you know standing for long periods a day is as bad for us as sitting for many hours?

 

If we sit at the work place or in our houses, for hours per day we are risking our chances of getting diabetes and heart problems we are meant to stand up every half hour and walk around for five minutes. Did you also know that if we sit at our desk for eight hours per day it also effects our brain? Our memory for example? Our blood pressures?

 

A study says that we should spend two hours per day out of our desks. And not two hours together. It’s so easy to email a colleague across the room but what if we got up and spoke to them, remember that old fashioned thing called conversation? Even if it is to ask if they could pass on an email address you are trying to look up. It will take 25 seconds to write that out and two minutes to walk over to them and walk back, but that is movement. Standing too long is as bad for us as sitting so this is why a little of everything is good for us. Apparently sitting for hours per day is very bad for depression too.

 

If we are at home on the phone, we can stand up whilst taking that call? We don’t always have to sit whilst talking. More and more in the work place there are standing desks that is great but remember to sit too and if standing apparently there should be a back wrest put in place.

 

OK, must get out of my chair and walk…. To the washing machine. Oh, my life is so exciting, haha, my next blog will be totally different to this one. Earlier I found something really interesting to read that I have read before but not written about.

 

Later Bloggets with love.

 

 

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