Far worse than that is that for the past almost year he’s had a hernia and didn’t tell anyone, so it’s become twisted around his bowel and pretty much stopped it working, sealing the lower half of his colon so that it filled up and filled up and then burst, poisoning him with his own waste.
No, you’re not seeing double. No, I didn’t post the same thing twice. No, I’m not mad… okay, I’ll rescind that statement… I’m a little mad, and a little frustrated, and a bit pissed off to be fair.
Today he had the strength to email me and show himself on Facebook, just for a few minutes… but those few minutes were the best few minutes of my entire past month.!
Dinner’s done and cooling, ready to go in a container for Bear to take to work. I made a North African Shakshuka today, that’s accompanied by Greek yoghurt and a toasted Turkish flatbread with Italian olive oil.
How did I know this would be his first port of call.? It’s ALWAYS his first port of call. He has a thing for sticking needles in me. He knows I hate the things. That’s why he does it. Bloody sadist.
And I walked. And I got further than I thought I would before my hip started bitching… but once started the other hip and then my knee chimed in with their 2 cents, and then I ran out of energy…
I’m already doing a great T-Rex impersonation, with the very short range I have with my arms and the limited use. I can’t lift anything heavier than a few items of clothing, can’t put my arms behind my back, or my hands behind my head to brush my hair…