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Tag Archives: 2009
Updates from December 2009
The Old Man is still going to the hospice on Thursdays. He says he has been told that his time there may be extended for a few more weeks. Mr & Mrs CJ were at home on Saturday 19 December … Continue reading
Conversations, December 2009
One Tuesday evening I phoned the Old Man. “I must tell you this,” he chuckled. Earlier that day, he told me, one of the District Nurses had knocked on his living-room window [at the rear of the house] and he … Continue reading
No half tablets
When I phoned the Old Man to get him to take his morning medication, he told me that he did not have any half tablets [of gliclazide] ready. I impressed upon him that during the daytime, he must cut several … Continue reading
Aunt and cousin
M is the widow of the Old Man’s elder brother number 2. She lives in Shoreville, and claims to be in her mid-eighties though the Old Man thinks she is trimming a couple of years off her age. [I’m not … Continue reading
Running out again
The Old Man ran out of lansoprazole a week early. Lansoprazole comes in the form of capsules, so the explanation that may have accounted for his running out of bendroflumethiazide is not available. [Original posting 29 December 2009]
December Tuesday: meeting with Mr JB
Mr & Mrs JB are friends of mine who live in Suburbia Somnolenta. That day, I had occasion to see Mr JB at his office. He told me that his business is going through a very difficult patch. At the … Continue reading
December Tuesday: confusing the tablets?
I was lying in bed at home that morning, when suddenly it occurred to me: the Old Man’s bendroflumethiazide tablets have a shallow groove running across them on one face. Did the Old Man run out of bendroflumethiazide early because … Continue reading
December Monday: gateposts
Occasionally I test the Old Man’s memory of things that happened to us many years ago. I asked him whether he remembered that a young man once built him two gateposts for the drive. [This would have been in 1962, … Continue reading
December Monday: MegaGroce whinge
I stayed an extra day with the Old Man. We had gone shopping at MegaGroce on the Saturday, but on the Monday morning we went there again. I suggested that he should buy himself some new trousers. [He needs some.] … Continue reading
December Sunday: what girl?
The Old Man asked me: “Does that girl still live next to you?” “What girl?” “The one you said used to pester you, when I last visited.” “How old was she?” “Fifteen or sixteen.” I have no idea who or … Continue reading
