Swallowing
Things have moved on fast regarding the restriction on
what I can now swallow without being blitzed into a smooth paste with a liberal
amount of natural yogurt, or if salad, then mayonnaise.
Breakfast is by far the meal that goes down well with
a substantial plate of porridge made in the Scottish traditional manner. Then
at around 1000hrs I’ve banana; slivers of a chocolate flake; a touch of muesli;
and stewed apples - this also goes down well.
However when it comes to lunch it gets a wee bit hit or
miss whether I’m ‘up for it or not’ - fortunately most days I’ve got
cereal/yogurt, salad/mayonnaise, or home made soup for a main course and if I’m
‘up for’ a pudding then it’s usually a milk based one, and that’s my last meal
of the day. I take extra supplements of fortified nutrients through PEG by
syringe to compensate for the missing of a 1700hrs meal.
It’s
difficult to get head around
How from tips of fingers to the
points of my toes I’ve still got sensitive feelings to touch, and with no signs
of deformities and yet they are so useless. The legs, forearms, and
shoulders are a shadow of what they once were with the now lack of muscle
content. But for parts of the body that served me
faithfully for some 66 years without any mayor problems, and bearing in mind
about 40 of those years, they have been involved in hard manual work.
Jean’s
diarrhoea and sickness since Friday the 14th
It’s now at the end of the month, the sickness was quickly stopped by an
injection, but on the first night she was sick 4 times that I heard and to hear
her wretch was horrible for me not being able to put a comforting and sympathetic
arm round her shoulder to show she was not alone in her trauma.
She has ulcerative colitis on top of the diarrhoea, and
at the end of the month still not regulated.
Plus having diabetes controlling her blood sugar can
be difficult when ill.
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