My stubborn Diabetic Husband ...

Some of you could be aware that George has been off work and in hospital the last two weeks. His has had a huge scare and now promises never to complain about my cooking cause hospital food is crap he says. Now gone is the rich food, in with smaller portions, no more large pack of chips and litres of PepsiMax. Now he will be eating more correctly for a Type2 Diabetic.

What happened to change his mind ...
he messed coollant on his work shoe, which soaked through to his sock and onto his foot, and continued to wear the shoe and sock causing a huge burn/blister on the side of his foot by the little toe. (Well that was his theory anyway but it turned out to be a foot ulcer x 2) He never noticed it until the blister popped a few days later, by that time he was running a fever and the infection (Blood poisoning)was creeping up his foot and his leg.We carted him off to the emergency dept and he was admitted. To cut a long story short he was so lucky that the doctors managed to save his foot. The staff at the Public hospital were so nice and caring, we definitely don't have any complaints about them just the food.

George is doing better and it will take a while before the skin grows back, only he is not allowed to drive and has to stay off the foot. His Doctor is a woman, senior head lecturer at the uni and with more Certificates than I could count, so one very clever little Cookie. He has to see her again on Tuesday and till it foot is healed.
So you folk out there with Diabetic friends and family please look after them, even a blister can mean big trouble.

Until nexttime
Rina

It's sad to get old .... Con was once a young man.

I take my hat of to nursing staff at hospitals and old age facilities, they should all get a raise, the money they earn is not enough to pay for their care they give. My Old Man landed in Emergency last night with blood poisoning, chest pain and to top it off he is a diabetic, so we just got to be a bit more careful. But this is not about him, btw he seems to be doing better.It was way past our bedtime when the Blond One and Myself took him in, and now I can tell by my sore red eyes, and big yarns it time for bed.

Only I got to tell you about this little greek man, dressed in his pj's, his name was Con. Physically there seems nothing wrong with him only the old brain does not work to well. He had his own minder, an young irish nurse, first they chattered softly, he told her his life story. Then he started asking about his wife, who was also admitted to hospital, only she was already in a ward and sleeping. Staff told him she was upstairs and sleeping, only he got more determined to go to his wife, getting out of bed and carrying his bag around desperate to go find her. Staff told Con if he got back into bed they would call his wife and ask her to come down. No he said they better stop taking photo's (with the mobile phone?!)He stood next to another ladies bed staring at her before asking her if she was his wife. How sad is that

Nothing they said could make the little man get back in bed, he was on a mission to find his wife. Staff tried coaxing him into drinking a sleeping tablet, but he point blank refused. He is not allowed to take any tablets cause he was told not to cause he will die. Eventually reinforcements were called to help out. It was past 1.30 before it got a little quieter around emergency and we left to go home.

Just Some of The Beautiful People in My Life ....

It's going to be a little rough here, our lives are going to change for the worst and it's about a little 7 year old boy. Right now I am hovering at boiling point, and then come down with tears streaming down my face, but the fight is it really over? I wrote this sometime ago but just could not bring myself to post it. As a grandparent you only have privilages and no rights, you are at the will of parents. They decide what is right for them and sometimes you know it's not but you are unable to even be heard. Since I wrote this everything is on hold, my son started fighting for his child again maybe cause his scared of his mother like grandson says.Lol But I don't think he will ever take Daughter in Law back again. I know there is two sides to every story and pointing fingers at anyone is wrong cause 4 point back at you.And he did wrong too .....

I know those tears from long ago, just after my Dad past away, they used to come rolling at the sound of a song, a stray moment, sometimes while driving to work. A ache deep down in my heart, moments of regret that I never made the final trip back to lay a flower on his grave. Now there is no grave only the waves where his ashes floated away. Closure never really came ... maybe I should have followed my own heart and flown back home, not listened to family advice. We celebrate his life in September. I need to thank my beautiful friend Rosie for helping me let go and letting him across over.

At a recent family gathering we chatted about My Dad and Ex stepmother, who accepted me as one of her daughters, my kids as her grandchildren. But My uncle only saw the hurt in my father's eyes when they seperated.Dad was not prefect too ... My beautiful aunt also came to her defence for all the kindness shown to my grandmother. I will love her for that for ever. Hester has remarried and is now living in PE as far as I know. If only I could find her eldest daughter who is now living in Sydney somewhere ... maybe someday our paths will cross again.

Our family is so small and getting less by the day as Dad's brothers and sister are aging too. And now we sitting in Oz far away from our roots, happy to be here, so glad I have my kids and grandkids here too. But my heart will break if that little boy and his mother decide to go back.
Until nexttime
Rina