Long time no see on here. What can I say? My version of life is very exciting! Especially these days as Mr Whale’s🐋 Parkinson’s disease has moved up a gear or two.
The year of Covid 19 has, for us being a year of infections, falls, hospital stays and has now culminated with a rather fetching hospital bed residing in our lounge. Very nice! It has an air mattress which rumbles along as quietly as it can… think fish tank pump. ( Once upon a time we kept fish, so that’s okay. ) Enormous fun can be had with raising the bed up and down, raising the top or bottom, and wait for it… both together. We need to get out more, but this cowardly disease prefers to mess with Mr Whale’s head and slowly but surely rob him of his ability to do so many things.
I paint a pretty glum picture of Parkinson’s. But, it’s not all doom and gloom. Somewhere beneath the surface of this evil, b*****d of a disease the man I married some twenty seven years ago, still exists. Occasionally his brilliant sense of humour, which made me fall in love with him, escapes for a brief moment. A good laugh is a tonic for tired and worn out souls.
Currently slipping in and out of a delusional state Mr Whale yesterday told his son that he had just had his call girls in! My stomach hurt from laughing. Later, during a more ‘with it’ moment he saw the funny side of it. His carers probably would as well. They’re a smashing bunch who help to keep him safe and me sane. And when Mr Whale and me both had to test and isolate because of suspected Covid, these amazing folk came in wearing their ‘welding masks’ as one describes them and full PPE. I don’t know how they manage in masks, let alone the full clobber! ( Gear.)
Thank God for Mr Whale’s 🐋call girls.
So, we battle through the days, as we all do, living in a very different world to the one we used to know.
Thanks for stopping by and here’s hoping that you’re managing to find your way through this madness.