It’s been a strange week with one thing and another. My Step-Dad’s Mum, who is 103, has been in a brilliant care home for the past 4 years. A couple of weeks ago she had a heart attack, but being as though she has a DNR (do not resuscitate) order she wasn’t hospitalized and was cared for in the home. Ten days ago it looked like she was passing away but the nurse inserted a drip and gave her antibiotics for a chest infection and she rallied. I do wish the nurse hadn’t intervened because all it achieved was to drag her dying out. Five days ago the Doctor went to see her and took the drip and meds away. My Dad has sat faithfully by her bedside ever since and she finally passed away last night. She’s never liked either me or my Mum for reasons unknown and I’ll go as far as to say she’s been a right bitch to both of us so it’s not like I’m sad about her death, however my Dad will be devastated. No matter how old or how ill, our Mums are still our Mums.
We had a couple of dry(ish) days at the start of the week so I managed to get a few much needed jobs done in the garden. It’s rained here in Cumbria almost non-stop for about 6 weeks now and was so cold last night I’ve woken to condensation on my bedroom windows. FFS, does it not know it’s the middle of bloody summer??!
Thursday I took a friend from Camera Club to photograph red squirrels at a secret location I don’t shout about. They’re so cute I could watch them all day. By mid afternoon I’d started with tummy pain and was a bit flummoxed as to what could be causing it. It got worse as the day progressed, which is all I needed as I was having 5 other camera club members round to my house in the evening for a meeting about next season’s programme. The meeting went ahead but I was feeling pretty ropey and couldn’t wait for them all to leave so’s I could get into bed with a hot water bottle. My period pain always starts initially with stomach pain, but I thought I was only on about day 9 or 10 of my cycle so it couldn’t be that. Er, wrong! Woke the next morning to Aunt Flo and when I checked my diary I was actually on day 24 of my cycle – doesn’t seem like two bloody minutes since the last one! Consequently I was awake for most of Friday night with awful endo-related period pain and a migraine which hung around through most of Saturday.
My lovely furry child Bertie turned 9 this week 🙂 I adopted him when he was 2½ and have no clue where those six years have gone! I also have no idea what I did with my time or money before I got him but wouldn’t swap him for the world. It’s because of him I got into photography and for that I will always be grateful. He is my loyal and faithful companion and as I type this, sitting up in my bed, he is asleep between my knees with his head resting on my thigh. I love him to the moon and back even though he pinches food the second my back is turned, eats sheep shit then licks my face and barks so much he’s in danger of perforating my eardrums 😉
Today is forecast to be dry and, dare I say it, even a little bit sunny so I’m palming the dog off with my Mum and taking my photography hide down to the river. In the past 12 months I’ve managed to get good pictures of a red squirrel and a heron, both of which have been on my bucket list for the past 4 years but I still haven’t managed a picture of a Kingfisher. I know where one is currently perching every day at noon, so I’m hoping if I keep going to where I know he hangs out I’ll eventually manage a shot. Wish me luck!