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So I went to visit my little Aunty Eve yesterday. Got there nice and early, at 10am, having found that an early start and an earlier leaving time, particularly on a Saturday, helps me miss the godawfulness of getting past Lakeside, Dartford and Bluewater. She looked ok, but not her best and she did confirm she hadn't felt that well that morning. But she chatted brightly enough and we had tea and biscuits while we talked. She's still sharp as a tack and our conversation went from the trivial (the weather) to the quite deep (religious beliefs that involve denying children medical care).
At 12 I drove us over to The Honourable Pilot, a Brewers Fayre pub not 5 minutes away. We had a very nice lunch, although they very unusually let us down on service. I had a meal deal that was a starter and a main course and Aunty Eve went for a jacket potato. I asked them to make sure her main course and mine got served together. What did they do? They brought everything at once - the starter and the two mains. *sighs* But as loaded potato skins keep hot forever, I left them to last and chomped on the burger and chips first, so it worked out well. I didn't want the meal sent back to be "kept warm" or even binned. That would just have been a waste and it worked out fine.
As we were leaving, Aunty Eve detoured to the ladies. This is unusual - she's not one of those that needs to dash to the bathroom every five minutes - and she was a long time. When she came out, she looked pale and shaky. By the time I got her home, she was an awful colour, waxy and pale. She admitted she needed to go and lie down and I urged to do so at once! She was more worried about leaving me when I was visiting her, silly Aunty Eve! She went and laid down and I snoozed myself. I heard her get up about 20 minutes later and make her way to the bathroom for another long visit. Clearly she had an upset tummy and I was worried it was food poisoning but she said she'd just lie down again, she was fairly sure she'd be all right. It was a very long hour before she emerged again and I'll 'fess up to peeking in once or twice, just to make sure she was, well, still breathing.
However, when she did finally surface, she clearly was better, she'd regained a faint hint of colour and was a bit more steady on her feet. I stayed until I was sure she was going to be OK and then I left. This may sound heartless, but she would only stress out more if I fussed over her, so the best thing I could do was go away and let her be quiet and still.
I took a detour on the way back to see the ever lovely![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cookwitch, itsjustaname and silenttex. They live about the half way point on the journey and not only was it good to see them, it gave me a chance to de-stress a bit. Tea, cookies (itsjustaname had been baking, hurrah!) and much giggling restored me no end. Thanks folks ;)
I got back home about 6 and rang Aunty Eve to let her know I was back. Normally, as is our arrangement (and was my Mum's arrangement), I just let the phone ring three times, but this time I made sure I spoke to her. She sounded much better, I have to say, which was a relief. *sighs* I don't think she's going to fully recover from this though. Clearly the symptoms are getting worse and the attacks are getting more frequent. All I can do is try and see her as often as possible. Think I'll go again before Easter or maybe over the Easter weekend *nodsnods*
Today has been a complete waste of time - I've spent the day in restless boredom, really, although Time Team was good and I've settled down to watching "Constantine" now. Not exactly a restful DVD to go to sleep on but I finished the book earlier and wanted to re-watch the movie to pick up all the stuff I missed the first time around, that the book made clearer. Had the crap scared out of me, though, when some idiot, possibly stoned or drunk or both, banged on my window outside, just during a tense bit in the movie. Dear gods, it scared the crap out of me. Course, idiot had the wrong flat, the moron. Bah!
*goes to get soothing cup of tea and return to Constantine*
At 12 I drove us over to The Honourable Pilot, a Brewers Fayre pub not 5 minutes away. We had a very nice lunch, although they very unusually let us down on service. I had a meal deal that was a starter and a main course and Aunty Eve went for a jacket potato. I asked them to make sure her main course and mine got served together. What did they do? They brought everything at once - the starter and the two mains. *sighs* But as loaded potato skins keep hot forever, I left them to last and chomped on the burger and chips first, so it worked out well. I didn't want the meal sent back to be "kept warm" or even binned. That would just have been a waste and it worked out fine.
As we were leaving, Aunty Eve detoured to the ladies. This is unusual - she's not one of those that needs to dash to the bathroom every five minutes - and she was a long time. When she came out, she looked pale and shaky. By the time I got her home, she was an awful colour, waxy and pale. She admitted she needed to go and lie down and I urged to do so at once! She was more worried about leaving me when I was visiting her, silly Aunty Eve! She went and laid down and I snoozed myself. I heard her get up about 20 minutes later and make her way to the bathroom for another long visit. Clearly she had an upset tummy and I was worried it was food poisoning but she said she'd just lie down again, she was fairly sure she'd be all right. It was a very long hour before she emerged again and I'll 'fess up to peeking in once or twice, just to make sure she was, well, still breathing.
However, when she did finally surface, she clearly was better, she'd regained a faint hint of colour and was a bit more steady on her feet. I stayed until I was sure she was going to be OK and then I left. This may sound heartless, but she would only stress out more if I fussed over her, so the best thing I could do was go away and let her be quiet and still.
I took a detour on the way back to see the ever lovely
cookwitch, itsjustaname and silenttex. They live about the half way point on the journey and not only was it good to see them, it gave me a chance to de-stress a bit. Tea, cookies (itsjustaname had been baking, hurrah!) and much giggling restored me no end. Thanks folks ;)I got back home about 6 and rang Aunty Eve to let her know I was back. Normally, as is our arrangement (and was my Mum's arrangement), I just let the phone ring three times, but this time I made sure I spoke to her. She sounded much better, I have to say, which was a relief. *sighs* I don't think she's going to fully recover from this though. Clearly the symptoms are getting worse and the attacks are getting more frequent. All I can do is try and see her as often as possible. Think I'll go again before Easter or maybe over the Easter weekend *nodsnods*
Today has been a complete waste of time - I've spent the day in restless boredom, really, although Time Team was good and I've settled down to watching "Constantine" now. Not exactly a restful DVD to go to sleep on but I finished the book earlier and wanted to re-watch the movie to pick up all the stuff I missed the first time around, that the book made clearer. Had the crap scared out of me, though, when some idiot, possibly stoned or drunk or both, banged on my window outside, just during a tense bit in the movie. Dear gods, it scared the crap out of me. Course, idiot had the wrong flat, the moron. Bah!
*goes to get soothing cup of tea and return to Constantine*
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