Is It Only Tuesday?

Why do I feel like it's been a week since my last post? 

Time moves really slowly when you have a thousand things to do everyday. 

Yesterday I went to the hospital with dad for a check up. His speech therapist has given him the all clear. It's not dysphagia. Hurray. Likely the slurred speech and difficulty swallowing they observed while he was admitted were due to the pneumonia and the drugs making him loopy and dopey. 

Then we went to get blood test results. From tests done a week ago. In a different building. Then we went home. Then I met a friend who lives near mum to pass her a book she wanted to borrow. Then I met another friend who had stuff to pass me cos her workplace is having a give-away due to ceasing operations in my town. I now have new whisks and rolling pins. Then I bought vegetables from the supermart and then I rang BIKSS and asked him to come get me and my many bags. 

He pulled out one of the whisks and tried slapping himself on the thigh with it. The verdict - whisks make terrible spanking implements. I thought I should share this with all of you :)

He helped me cook dinner. And toss salad. He's the official tosser. He made a faux fuss about being called that too! LOL. We ended up eating a really yummy salad (there are cherry tomatoes hiding at the bottom and some sausage bits underneath there too!) and home made minestrone! 

Today I bought lunch, picked up some more dressing and butter (for baking) from a cake supply store near mum's, and got the parents over for lunch at my place. 

Then I was on the fone all afternoon trying to find an agency who could give us the type of care we need. 

Between calls I managed a trip to the grocery store to pick up some bread and butter for the folks to take home. 

And they had some of yesterday's minestrone with bread for dinner. Which they both enjoyed so that was good.

And now? Now I'm exhausted. This week my step count will probably be phenomonal. It's been less than 48 hours since the start of the week and I'm already past 24k steps. 

Tomorrow I shall take some time to have lunch with the bff. And then hopefully I'll get some time with BIKSS in the evening. 

Thursday is also a stay-at-home day, and then on Friday I have an appointment with the agency's social worker to get the paperwork going. 

Yes, we've settled on one. She's a Muslim lady, and as you know some of them are rather particular about not coming into contact with dogs. The brother has a tiny rat of a shihtzu. She's terribly untrained. Yaps continuously. Oh wait, that sounds like the wife. I see he has a type. 

I texted him to ask if he could put the dog in the room with the wife for the mornings that the home-care lady will be there, and he had a million questions to ask. 

Seriously. Your wife sleeps till noon. You're not paying for the help. I'm making all the arrangements and trying to cater to the parents' needs remotely and you have a million questions about the "movement" of this person? His word. Not mine. 

What movement? I wonder if he's afraid that she'll take/touch his stuff. Tsk. 

I basically told him to stay out of it. Just tell me if you can sort the dog thing out so I can arrange for the parents to get the assist. 

I was so annoyed that I downloaded a rosary app with audio recitation so that I could follow along while I did the dishes and cleaned the kitchen (the parents left after dinner). 

It was that or chain smoke. But I had a dirty kitchen waiting for me and I didn't want to waste anymore time getting that sorted. Rosary it was. 

I felt better after.