Zoning and Washing

Sunday is being a knackered sort of day for both of us here in Anvilcloudia.

Sue tried to sleep in bed last night but gave up at 1 o'clock. She had gotten up and was then  finding it difficult to get back into our high bed. Frankly, it's a bit of a process when healthy, but now with her stomach muscles being rendered akin to useless, it is almost impossible for her. Besides, she could hardly move in bed anyway.

She went back down to her chair which she can control, electronically: no pushing or pulling to recline or vice versa. But she doesn't normally sleep on back, so she's more than a little sleep deprived.

I wasn't aware of her leaving the bed but noticed that she was gone when I did my trip to the loo at 2:30. Then I fussed about whether I should go down to check on her. I compromised by looking over the railing where I could see that she was safely ensconced under a blanket.

I struggled a little to get back to sleep, and then I was up again at 4;30. That would have given me about 5 hours of sleep, and that much rest usually prevents me from getting back to sleep. I hate it, but that's my lot in life and my cross to bear.

After making my coffee, I took myself down to Sue, but neither of us were exactly perky.

During the morning I did try to listen to a podcast. I was in my chair, and I kept drifting off and coming too suddenly because that is the only time I snore — on my back on the chair. If only I didn't snore, I might get some decent rest in the chair, but I do snore in that position and, therefore, jerk myself awake incessantly. It's maddening I tells ya.

Speaking of almost sleeping, Shauna grabbed this picture of me almost sleeping on my cane in the hospital on the day after surgery whilst we were waiting for discharge.

I call this zoning. I hover in and out between sleep and wakefulness. I often see faces and people in that state, but they are very rarely anyone whom I know. My brain simply seems to conjure them from the ether. They are very interesting, and there are times when I would like to hold on to them and have a good look, but they fade away within seconds. I had several visions, one being some sort of dark, spectral shape, but oddly enough not a scary figure. I would have loved to have had a good look, but it was soon gone, never to return.

Back to today, Sunday.

I am learning to do the wash: how to sort clothes and how to insert them in the washer and what soap to use for what load. Then I follow Milady's directions about what to to hang and what dry and for how long and so on and so forth.

It's not that I have never done laundry but not much and not for a very long time. When I did it back in uni, I just jammed all sorts of stuff in the washer. Consequently, I got a rash adjacent to a very private area. When I went to see the doctor he informed me that it was a laundry rash, more commonly seen in the army.

But I am educable, and laundry is something that I should lean how to do properly in case there is any sort of malady or trip that takes Sue away for more than a day. Otherwise, I can cook and look after things, but keeping clothes laundered is something that is rather important.

As you can tell. we are fumbling along and getting along through the latest trial of the year.

On a parting note, this ↓ amused me. Sue's room was at the end of a long hallway, actually the end of a second long hallway. There was an emergency stairway next to her room. Look at what the sing says. I've added it as a caption.

As Per Fire Ans Safety Regulations.
Please so do obstruct this space with belongings, equipment etc.
Keep this space clear of any items.
Thank you.