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Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Take it Easy

Youngest gets married next week and we all fly out to Salzburg on Saturday. My suit has been fitted, tried and acquired and Dearest's epic quest for the Mother-of-the-Groom dress has finally reached its conclusion. So, what could possibly go wrong?

My achilles heel that's what. On cue the bloody thing decides to rear its ugly head again - reducing me to the armchair, foot up and ice-packed. Anti-inflammatory drugs are being ingested as I write and Dearest's fearsome "you had better be OK for the wedding" (a threat I think not sympathy) should deter any further deterioration. It better improve pretty soon though or else Id hate to be in my shoes (literally).




My Dad's back home after his respite and, touch wood, him and my Mam seem to be settling down to a lifestyle they can rub along with even though it's not ideal. The only snag on the horizon is his next appointment to decide whether or not he can take an operation to install a permanent catheter. It seems to me that the strokes occur not long after he's been anaesthetised. Still, he can't carry on with the one he's got now indefinitely so we'll just have to hope for the best.

I tell you what though, all this close proximity to the "social services" has exposed me to the fact that "business-speak-bollox" has infiltrated every area of our lives and deaths. When this is allied with the horrors that modern health and safety legislation requires, we have a potent brew of "we're not allowed" and "that won't be possible". Factor in cost-cutting (one care worker to get my Dad up, washed/showered and dressed whereas a few weeks ago we were assured a minimum of two would be needed n account of H & S again)and you wonder just how the hell folk survive.

Still, as long as it looks good on paper who are we to complain.




Well, the football season's started again and already City are confounding me. You see we've actually made some decent signings. Didi Hamaan and Osmana Dabo are intelligent purchases with the added benefit of sounding like a kids TV show in the centre of midfield. The Didi and Dabo Show!! Bernardo Corradi I'm less enthusiastic about as he's well over six foot and, at Eastlands at least, that usually means the long ball and spectators going home with stiff necks. But, we'll have to wait and see, there's a few who still might be leaving yet - Distin and James for example.

I guess congrats are due to JJ - she can look Reidski in the eye safe in the knowledge that Northampton are just above Millwall due to a superior goals scored ratio. The Fat Buddha can also smile to himself after Birmingham kicked off their Championship season with a welcome win.

It won't be long before my Blues take to the pitch in anger once more. Chelsea away.

I think we're gonna kill 'em.

I'll leave you with Jose. Enjoy.

4 comments:

Reidski said...

Northampton ahead of Millwall? Really? I personally don't like football, so I don't know what you are on about .... grrr, grrr, grrr.

But, seriously, hope your ankle heels pretty damn quick and glad that yer auld man is back with his dearest!

Reidski said...

Of course, that should have been "hope your heel heals"!!

Yorkshire Pudding said...

So your son is marrying an Austrian? Watch out for the kangaroos! At least they don't appear to have problems with their achilles heels! I'm sure you will look exceedingly smart in your best suit. Remember to zip up the flies as open flies don't go down too well with Austrian mothers-in-law. Nice to hear your dad is still trucking along in spite of everything. Have a great time in Salzburg!

peter bowler said...

If your dad needs two to help him he should have two; it's as simple as that. Frankly, I am surprised that they would try to save money this way as they should be more scared of something untoward happening to your dad than they are of overspending.

You need to be stroppy, in my experience that's the only way to get what is rightfully yours; social services managers will make decisions knowing they are wrong but will correctly assume that most people will put up with it. Usually, if challenged, they will change their minds.

You should seek support from whoever made the initial asessment and ask what has changed since then, you should ask for input into the care plan, you should ask for a carers assessment, you should ask for a referral to an advocate, you could ask if your dad fits continuuing health criteria (unlikely)
Most of all, you should get better and enjoy the wediing.