I’ve just dropped Joe off at the hospital Day Case Unit. We left home at 07.30 for an appointment at 08.00. The traffic wasn’t as bad as expected.... that’s because it waited for me to return home. Phew... I’d forgotten what chaos is caused on the roads by commuter and school traffic. Oh well, I have a few hours to recover. I say a few hours but it could be longer since I/we have no idea what Joe’s there for.
Tomorrow he has another nuclear medicine scan so that rules out a scan for today. There was talk of replacing the nephrostomy tube and a suggestion that they might even update the nephrostomy bag. It can’t be more serious than that because he goes in for a minor op on the 13th to have a stent removed. This is the start of the investigation into what has always been thought of as the ‘good’ kidney. Hopefully the nuclear scan will clear up the mystery. One thing is certain, until the puzzle is solved Joe can’t undergo any proper treatment. However, bless him, he is still remarkably cheerful. I had hoped that treatment would have started before now but I can see Christmas looming so maybe it will all happen in the New Year.
So I’m looking round the house and wondering what to do with myself until I have to collect Joe at the hospital. All the housework is done, breakfast things cleared away, and beds made. Isn’t it strange how a change in routine affects our movements? I suppose I could knuckle down and finish the story I started to write several weeks ago, but somehow my heart isn’t in it.
That's it for today, how about if I put a few pictures on this post as a means of tailing off... then perhaps I can devote my time to doing... nothing.
|An unusual shot of the television|
|Loitering with intent!|
|Last Night's Sky!|