We were planning a ‘last celebratory meal’ on Tuesday evening but while Jay was out shopping for the wherewithall to make one of his delicious vegetable lasagnes the phone rang.
It was Bear with the news that they were letting him out that same afternoon. The atmophere deflated immediately: the holiday was over.
I collected him at three and the nurse gave us a whole pile of letters, prescriptions and further appointments before seeing us off. He seemed almost sad to be going as it had been quite a novelty for them to have an Englishman in their care and he had behaved with charm and good humour – for a whole week!!!!
Since coming home it has to be said that he has been very good, apart from last night when he refused to wait for the nurse to oversee his insulin injection and did it himself. CC and I have tried to carry on with the type of menus he had in hospital and we have insisted that we eat ‘en famille’ at the table for every meal. So far he hasn’t objected.
He is eating foods he has previously refused to try, like yoghurt and fromage frais, and doesn’t moan when he is offered salad and vegetables. He even said he liked the cabbage and bacon soup I made.
However, he seems to have aged and is visibly slowing down – perhaps due to a week of inactivity – so it seems more than ever like looking after two elderly invalids. On top of that I’m looking after my neighbour’s house, dog, fish and budgies this week.
That’s why I’ve only just got around to posting.