History comes alive! and then dies again, lots ...

The Animated Bayeux Tapestry.

Many thanks to nhw for the link!

Asking for help we need

Mater's had a wobbly weekend, which has been difficult for me despite all that my only proximate supporter, G, could do. Having slept on it, I've spent some time on the phone to Mater's new care co-ordinator, the Community Psychiatric Nurse R. I've confirmed and expanded on that conversation in email to R, too. R is going to talk to Mater's consultant, Dr D, who is due to review her case in the next two weeks.

Mater and I need more support. I have set out what I think she needs: professional therapy to help her with pastimes, getting fitter, rebuilding friendships, and 'making friends with herself'. That might translate into occupational therapy, physiotherapy, cognitive-behavioural therapy, or other professional specialisms. But Mater is not currently in a stable healthy state. Without well designed therapy to keep her building on her successes, and address her persistent difficulties, she is in danger of relapsing - and taking me with her.

Now I need to visit her bank, sort out my own medication, get some shopping - and then get back to my part-time paid project work. Despite everything, G and I have also enjoyed a lot of the weekend, so I'm feeling healthier than I did on Friday, and reasonably relaxed.

Best of the day gone already

Barclays are still utterly effin' useless. At the fourth time of asking, they finally have the first important fact correct. On the third time of asking, I got a third contradictory explanation about the second important fact. They may finally get that sorted by Mon 30 Apr. So, another hour wasted.

I now have some of her own money to give Mater. I don't have the spoons to do the 6 mile round trip to her flat now. So ... I think I'm going to see if she will ride two stops on the local train to meet me this afternoon at 'the other local station': only 20 mins walk for me, and it makes the whole exercise even more useful for her, and less draining for me. We can reward ourselves with treats from the shops over there! But that will be the rest of the day gone and no paying work done :-( I should charge Barclays ... suggest an hourly rate to me :-)

I've also remembered to sort out some minor medical details for myself, like stocking up on thyroxine which I completely ran out of at the weekend, and booking my long overdue thyroid function test. D'oh. Not as bad as it sounds - the half-life in vivo of T3 is a few days, the pharmacist was fine with loaning me 5 days supply of tablets at the weekend, and I'm euthyroid. But ... D'oh!

Now I need to re-spoon enough to make lunch - that means: sit, rest, unwind with LJ, rehydrate ...

Experiments with trains

Mater got herself to 'the other local station' by train, then home again! She only came because I vowed to meet her, and she was extremely anxious until she got home again. But she felt pleased to have achieved the trip, and has agreed it's an experiment worth repeating soon. Hoorah for her!

The experience has left me feeling wiped, though ... I couldn't quite stop myself from worrying, what if she's not on the train etc. ... I think I need to rehydrate some more ...