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Mummy!

After 3 weeks and 2 days in hospital, my mother can go home. Today! Due to the wrist and pelvic fractures, she has been allocated a 12-week care package including two nurse visits per day, gardening and cleaning, meal help, physiotherapy and rides to shops or elsewhere. I’m amazed at such a great package and it is relatively inexpensive.

In a couple of hours she’ll be home and I’m going over to stay for the first night. I’m going to cook something great while she catches up on her emails!

This has been gruelling for Meggles – horrible pain, intolerance of pain meds., nausea and dizziness, a zillion tests and x-rays, but she seemed to burst through the ghastliness a couple of days ago in her usual style – stoic, resilent, smiling.

She is still on two crutches but she’ll probably just be on one next week. My mother has guts!

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I can’t wait to be 55!

For the whole of last year, I thought I was 54 and that I would turn 55 in January this year. I was really excited about turning 55 so it was a terrible disappointment to find that I was still 54 (I got the maths wrong).

So this year, now that I know I really am 54, I am counting the days before I can turn 55. As of today I have 267 days to wait and it’s hard to be patient.

I don’t want to be 55 because I have an OCD or spiritual connection to the number 55 – oh no. And I don’t want to be 55 so I can feel comfortable about going from size 12 to 14 in jeans, because I already did that this week. Turning 55 may help me to embrace the smile lines I seem to have suddenly developed, I suppose, but it’s not that either.

Okay, I will tell you why I want so much to be 55. No, wait a minute – let’s make this a guessing game. I could do with a bit of fun!

Why do I want so much to be 55? The best guess will receive a free wrinkle.

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Epiphany

Two days ago I had an epiphany and, since then, I have felt an almost overwhelming sense of relief!

You see, despite the fact that my weight has been a fairly steady 70 kgs for about 10 years (I’m “5’10”), I’ve had an ongoing wrestling match with my size 12 jeans for some time now (which may explain my Herculean upper half but let’s not go there).

The epiphany was this: You should be wearing size 14 jeans, you dimwit!

So I went out and bought a pair of cheap size 14 jeans and I am in HEAVEN! I can breathe! My stomach roll has disappeared! I no longer have to jump from the roof into my jeans!

And it only entailed a slight psychological shift – a numbers thing – what an idiot I’ve been! Oh I haven’t been this happy (and comfortable) for years! I LOVE size 14!

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LOL?

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Laugh out loud
Leaves on lawn
Listen or leave
Loser of lottery
Lonely or lustrous
Lovely old leprechaun
Lack of love
Limping on limestone
Lard of lamb
Like or leave
Leaking old lesson
Leaning on legs
Laundering of loss
Long or lengthened
Lazy ornery llama
Lost or loved
Libido of lipid
Lecherous old lion
Lost or least
Lots of love
Laugh out loud!

I tend not to use LOL very much because, after all, it might be misinterpreted.

Yes, it’s been one of those days. LOL!

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Parenting And Stuff

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OK, I know, not all of you waited for this moment exactly, but I worked so hard on it, I needed to get your attention, didn’t I? 😉

For those of you who followed my journey, and for those who have no idea what I’m talking about:

I promised (here)

I complained (a lot, here )

And finally I made it!  Here:

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Cycling in the countryside

Ah the joy of it! Cycling along country roads in the hurricane-like winds gentle autumn breeze, magpies dive-bombing your head birds twittering, the sun burning a hole in your back shining, farm trucks zooming violently past and carrying you along in their terrifying slipstreams gently idling past you, cows escaping yards and galloping towards you mooing quietly in the paddocks, children laughing at you smiling and waving – yes, pure joy!

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Anthony’s acceptance

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One of the most difficult things about Anthony moving into the nursing lodge has been accepting this dramatic change.

Ming (now 19) was the first to accept this change willingly, whereas it took me nearly a year and mine was an unwilling acceptance laced with grief and guilt.

Anthony’s own acceptance has taken longer but yesterday it just happened and I am so relieved. This is how:

I booked the wheelchair taxi to pick Ants up from the nursing lodge at 2pm, then I rang his nephew who lives around the corner, and left a message that Ants would be home for a few hours.

Then, at 2.30pm, the nephew rang to say Ants was at their place! Apparently Anthony had convinced the taxi driver that our address was wrong and directed him to go to the nephew’s!

By the time the rather flustered taxi driver arrived here (around 2.45pm) I was in such fits of laughter that I could hardly speak as he got Ants out of the taxi. I hugged Ants, still spluttering with hilarity, so much so that Ming took over wheeling Ants to the front veranda while I paid the taxi driver who was now laughing too.

Okay, frivolity aside, the bemused taxi driver left, Ming went to milk the cows and Ants and I shared a beer and some snacks I had painstakingly prepared (chips). Here is our conversation:

Ants: It’s good to be home.
Me: So why did you go to the nephew’s?
Ants: I got mixed up.
Me: Yeah, you have a bit of dementia now.
Ants: I thought so. Am I staying the night?
Me: No!
Ants: Why?
Me: Because, Ants, you are too sick, I can’t lift you, and you need nursing care. How many times do we have to have this discussion? You have to accept it Ants – please!
Ants: You’re right.
Me: What?
Ants: You’re right.
Me: Okay, so the wheelchair taxi is coming to take you back in a few hours. Are you okay with that?
Ants: Yes, Jules (winking).

We then shared another beer, laughed again about the taxi mishap (well, I laughed and Ants looked at me as if I were crazy), then he began to droop badly and agreed to get the taxi earlier.

Acceptance.

PS. I’m off on my bike to tackle the road now!

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Nose aerobics

Every morning for the last week, I have been doing an average of two hours of nose aerobics. My nose is so keen, it wakes me up early sometimes.

The exercise routine never varies: 50 sneezes, half a box of tissues, a dose of antihistamines, 50 more sneezes, the remaining tissues, another dose of antihistamines until, eventually, my nose begins to relax.

As a result, my nose is now twice the size it was last week due to increased musculature.

Oh how I loathe summer hayfever!

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Cycling confessions

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I haven’t cycled as much as I’d hoped to over the last few days and I have lots of excuses, but my main excuse is that my new bicycle scares the hell out of me!

Okay, for those of you who may not have realized, this bicycle has a little motor. If you turn the settings to 0, it is an ordinary bike, but if you switch to 1, the motor kicks in and assists you; if you turn it up to 6, the bike takes off like a rocket ship, pedalling becomes almost unnecessary, and you may find yourself catapulted into a handy hedge.

I just love it, but I am still learning how to manage the settings and gears on our driveway. I plan to venture out of the driveway onto the road on Sunday.

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Getting fit!

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Today I began my new exercise routine with my exciting new bike!

I may have overdone it a bit; I went all the way to the end of the driveway and back – ha!

Tomorrow I will get beyond the driveway – definitely.

It is a bit of an unusual kind of bike and I’m not sure if Tootlepedal will approve. We’ll see!

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