The Sick Bed


This is the scene this morning.
My sick bed. Complete with William, George , Albert and Winnie.
I feel weak as an old lady's fart but certainly am better than I was as my temperature is down and my insides are now remaining inside me rather than escaping into the toilet bowl like water down a drain pipe.
The Prof has coped remarkably well given the circumstances.
He has sorted out the field animals, toileted Mary with exasperated patience and has washed my unpleasant underwear without complaint.
I do have the feeling, though, that he has had enough of the old nursing thing as the last time he 'popped" in the old thermometer, he did so with rather too much force.( and before Tom says anything it was an oral thermometer!)

Seriously though, I have been thinking that we take our health too much for granted. The knock on effect when sudden or even chronic illness takes hold can be vast and devastating especially when responsibilities have to be met and work completed.
Luckily I have had the opportunity to stay in bed  ( a short gallop away from the loo) but without The Prof that couldn't have been possible.
It worries me that both of us are getting older...
..and health generally favours the young.......

36 comments:

  1. Re getting older john - you are quite right - you don't take anything forgranted in the health stakes as one by one one's friends begin to pop their clogs. You are just grateful for every day of health (well, relative health).

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  2. True John, it's daunting at our age to look further into the future. Old age is not for whimps :-( Get well soon x

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  3. I'm glad you are improving a little and that Chris is administering to your needs. I've managed to avoid this particular nasty lurgy, but I know it's lurking as friends have had it but I pray it passes me by.

    And old ladies' farts aren't weak. Trust me on this.

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  4. Actually, unfortunately health doesn't always favour the young. I would have just chucked that underwear out - the Prof shows real dedication. Get better quickly.

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  5. We shall all have to thank god that we are still alive ,sick or healty, and not being shot or stabd or exploed some where in the world.

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    1. You are so very right about that, yael. So true.

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  6. Anonymous10:10 am

    Dear John, I know what you are saying but you have to remember you are not the first person to face old age. We adjust, we cope, on our own or with our partner. It is a luxury you and I both have, that we have someone there for us.

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  7. Next time you are renewing your underwear drawer at Matalan or M&S, I advise that you choose brown underpants rather than the pink, lilac and primrose ones you prefer. It's called pragmatism.

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    1. Well now my monitor is a mess ~ thanks for the laugh.

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  8. Ill health is always hovering, waiting for the chance to strike. The only difference is being more aware of it now. You two will continue to take care of, and for, one another.

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  9. I always seem to only really appreciate my health when I am sick.

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  10. Glad you're on the mend. Watch out for the post-viral blues!

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  11. What a gathering of pooches and kitty taking care of their sick Dad! So pleased to hear the worst seems to be over and that you are being well cared for (albeit with some latent forcefulness by notmentioninganynames)

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  12. Are you sure that you are actually in that bed as well? Glad to hear you are feeling a bit better. Stay in bed, it's a miserable day on many counts!

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  13. I can assure you that there is nothing feeble about this old lady's farts - one for each step as I walk upstairs, just like my mother - and my children laugh as much as we did!

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  14. old lady farts (esp. after one has consumed greek yogurt) are rather pungent and frequent.

    get well soon, luv. I am glad to see the animal companions and chris are nursing you back to health.

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  15. Sounds as tho the mending is beginning. Nothing worse than the flu. It's good to have a carer isn't it? Continue to mend.

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  16. Which one of your "fur kids" grew up to be the most nurse-like as his dad is? Some animals are the most comfort when their humans are ill! Glad you are feeling better. Do you have Gatorade there?

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  17. I am glad that you are on the up John. Glad that you the carer is being cared for too. x

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  18. Damn. I was so hoping for a scene from Carry On Nurse.

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    1. Especially that scene where Wilfrid Hyde-White, as a prank, gets a daffodil inserted for a rectal temperature reading. Sadly, of course, daffs are well out of season now.

      Do recover quickly, J.G. - if only for the Prof's and the gang's sakes. But you come first, naturally.

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    2. First, I read John, then I look for the pair of you in the comments section. Brilliant! As I read the thermometer line, I knew Tom or Raybeard with toy with it. Keep it up guys, you make me snigger, often. X

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    3. Thanks, FiB - but it's J.G. who provides the 'ammo', of course. Some of his postings are just to provocative to resist.

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    4. - or even TOO provocative......

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  19. Keep getting well. And thank our lucky stars we have relatively patient spouses! :)

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  20. Since my husband died, I worry about what if I get sick .. even just feverish and feeble .. He was the best nurse .. like your nurse I imagine. Nursing done with love is part of getting well. .
    I glad you are feeling better .. this time next week, you will be frisky again.

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  21. The alternative to getting old, is to die you, and I have already waited to long to do that. Rest well and get strong,

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  22. it seems the animals didn't mind you being sick in bed. it looks like a pajama party! feel better soon!

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  23. Anonymous2:07 pm

    'Tis that time of year John when germs are rampant. Stay out of crowds and stores as much as possible. Shop on line if you can. Take vitamin C and ecchinacea and wash your hands a LOT. Of course, you know about the washing hands things anyway but hey....I like to nag. Glad to hear 'things' are starting to stay where they belong.

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  24. Someone to help....we are gifts to each other.

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  25. Re: the photo: so nice to see that your family has rallied around to comfort you in the best way that they can. It is amazing what they can sense and what they know intuitively to do (I assume Mary is outside taking care of business). Mr. Crankypants, a generally disdainful beagle, is the first to my side and most attentive if I'm feeling off.

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  26. So very true, as my husband and I have both discovered and experienced this year. I do wonder what happens to childless couples when they both get rickety.

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    1. I'm in a childless couple and having worked in the aged care area, I know just how many people can't rely on their kids when they get rickety anyway. We're saving our money instead and will either let the niece or nephew who looks after us best inherit, or spend it on paid helpers. :)

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  27. not even a little do I take my health for granted. every day there are lots of opportunities to have an accident and, being alone now on the farm, I take it...safety and health...in all great seriousness. I swear by Sambucol for boosting my immune system...that and living behind locked gates...lol.

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  28. I'm resting as I read this. I had just been feeding the dogs when I slipped and fell on my face: split lip, bloody nose, you know the drill. The good news is I have a warm home and a husband and animals to care for me when needed. But life can change in an instant.

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  29. I can't believe there is any space for you in that bed John!! Glad you are feeling better..

    Jo in Auckland, NZ

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