It’s been a
long time since I wrote a ‘reflection posts’… but I thought do so, just as
something of a diary note (because I end up forgetting key details of stuff!).
Moira’s
been struggling a little after going down with Covid.
I think she
first tested positive on 7 April and didn’t test negative for 13 days (20
April). Although her symptoms weren’t severe, it was something of a
debilitating experience – headaches, tiredness, aching limbs etc. She
self-isolated at home accordingly. Even after ‘recovering’ (over the next week
or so), she lacked energy and on the few occasions she ventured out (eg, the
pharmacy and Wilko’s), it left her exhausted… and would often ‘go for lie down’
to recover.
At various
stages recently, she’s been struggling with her sciatica, hip and knee pain and,
clearly, this hasn’t helped her recovery.
She’s never
been one for lots of exercise(?), but it’s a shame that she contracted Covid
after having enjoyed walking around the harbour (complete circuit) twice within
a couple of days… and felt ‘good’ about having done this.
Over recent
days, she and I have taken very short walks to the harbour (home-Capricorn Quay-Broken
Dock-cathedral-home)(the length of the walks being restricted at her request).
She’s never been a fast walker (slight understatement!) but, in recent days,
she’s been walking very slowly.
Her
situation hasn’t been helped by a slight delay in getting her medications from
the pharmacy (and she’s been somewhat anxious about relapsing back into
depression).
Moira is
convinced that she has the first signs of Parkinson’s Disease (and I agree with
her)… and so, quite naturally, is anxious to know the outcome of the
forthcoming hospital appointment… and, if confirmed, to know the implications
(medications, timescale, physical and mental implications, advice, exercise etc).
At the same time, there are moments when she’s convinced that the consultant
will want to continue monitoring before making any prognosis.
Given Moira’s
possible Parkinson’s condition, it’s made me re-think matters. I suddenly realise
that I NEED to be here to support Moira through what we anticipate as being a
pretty debilitating and difficult time. We don’t really know what these years
may bring and how quickly any deterioration might happen etc… but the idea of
Moira having to live through it all on her own (or even living with/supported
by daughters etc) is really, really hard to imagine.
Growing old
can be pretty rubbish!
In the
meantime, we need to appreciate very moment. x
Just a series of random reflections compiled during the coronavirus crisis. March 2020
Monday, May 2, 2022
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