I am sorry that this post won't have a single piece of knitting in it and I can't even put up a pretty picture but that is another whole subject.
What has got you so wound up you ask yourself well where to start. I have been feeling really crappy over the last couple of days which has made all the christmas things i was behind on doing even further behind but this morning even though I don't feel great I felt a little better so was going to get a few things done and go off and visit dad. Doesn't matter too much about the germs there as he is in isolation gloves aprons and everything . So I just called dad to let him know but also to check out what the doctor had said that morning about him coming out for christmas dinner. We had it all worked out, we had found someone who would come and get him and return him with a car that is high enough that he won't have any problem to get in and out of. We had checked the resturant for wheelchair access and disabled toilet, all fine no problem.
So when dad rang me back. he never hears the phone first time, to tell me they are letting him out from Christmas eve to Boxing day, now he is very excited, and yes it is wonderful there are just one or two problems. The furthest my Dad has walked in the last six weeks is about two metres, they won't supply us with a wheelchair, not even if we leave a deposit, they have given us a list of rental places but it is two days before christmas, Andrew is at work all day and I am in Romford and the closest place is brentford which is closing early for the holidays. The best bit is Dads home is a house and the bathroom is upstairs, the hospital has offered to lend us a Kamod (not sure how to spell this) but may not be able to drop it off before christmas.
I have to say that I am just so angry, if they had even hinted that this was a possibility we would have been more organised about it, in fact the doctor at the beginning of the week said that there was no chance of this happening.
I guess part if the anger is that I am torn in two a bit as I can't get there christmas and there isn't really the option of us staying over with the dog with the cats and I am not sure I could do that to Andy anyway as it is also his grand daughters birthday and obviousley our first christmas together, but I alsoo remember what it is like looking after someone that way as it was just what I was doing two years ago with Robin and feel bad that Andrew is being left to it.
I think I am just having one of those weeks where it is one thing after another and I don't seem to be able to ever get on top of everything.