Accidents throw a wrench/spanner into the works
OK, it’s the first day in a week that we’ve had a little time to spend on the computer. I have not been blogging much, nor visiting my web friends, including my old friend Peggy (all the way back to college/university), who has just started her own blog.[ad#ad-1]
Now that the kids are nearing the end of their school term, we are more serious about finding jobs. We have been living off savings (terrible situation) and the situation has become dire. We had looked into jobs previously but there have been little available in the area. We are considering moving, but this was difficult with the kids in school and the tenancy agreement. But the situation is about to change.
It did not help that my mother-in-law fractured her wrist and hip last week. We have been up and down to London to visit her and to help with errands for my father-in-law. She was extremely independent before and there has been such a change in routine for the both of them. He has learned to be a little more independent and tending to regular household duties. We’re considering going up to give the dog a long walk again. She has to learn to take things easier and only push herself gently. She has had to have a blood transfusion, and yesterday, we found out that the surgical site was leaking. It could help explain why she is so volume depleted and her blood pressure keeps dropping when she gets up, not to mention that her appetite was down for a while. She is progressing well with therapy, despite the bad wrist.
Unfortunately, her bedroom is on the second floor (third floor for us Americans) and she is not allowed to climb stairs yet. When they decide to discharge her, we’ll have to make arrangements to move a bed down to the kitchen. Having never been in such a position before, we are starting to appreciate what many other families have to deal with when an elderly parent or grandparent becomes temporarily disabled.
We had thought that the kids could spend a week with Nanny and Granddad over the summer break while we attack the job market, but that idea is now nixed. Unless they can be of help and not just sit in front of the TV, waiting to be served, we cannot impose on my in-laws in such a way.
I finally went down to the DVLA in Brighton to start the process for my driver’s license. I’m not expecting anyone to need it for at least the three weeks that my passport will be gone, but you never know. Perhaps, I’m courting disaster, but if the disaster is that someone needs to see my passport to complete the hiring process, then it’s the kind of disaster that I would welcome at this point.
Again, apologies to my blogger friends. I can only promise that I’ll look in now and then for the moment.