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Heat wave! 11/28/2007 3:02:51 AM
My little dog doesn't say a word first thing in the mornings. He does make a lot of noise drinking water and shaking himself (I wish he would teach me to do that). I'm sure he hopes this will wake me.
Little does he know I am already awake but pretending to be asleep. I wake up once maybe twice a night overcome by this tremendous heat - it feels like I'll explode. I throw off the covers and try to dump the heat in the cold air - it takes time and sometimes I fall asleep still uncovered yet I don't feel the cold. I'm sure this is not a good thing.
I must be like that hedgehog found recently almost three times the normal size - so fat that he never hibernates -because he does not feel the cold. Could that be it?
But it also always happens when I wake as the alarm goes off. This heat is such a nuisance. It breaks up my night's rest - again not good. Has my inner thermostat gone awry?
But maybe like the hedgehog I eat too much. On the other hand I think it is essential for older people to eat well. Swings and roundabouts!
S made a nice lunch again which I enjoyed. S is good to me. She cleans, cooks, shops, does the laundry, changes the bed. She even checks that I am not hoarding out-of-date food (which I am prone to do) and she makes sure my medication is not running out. She is a treasure.
After lunch I went to visit Hubby at the nursing home. Don't ask!
I know he is in good care but it is pitiable to see him so near skin and bone. He kept pestering me to lift him out of the bed or slide him up the bed - all beyond my strength.
I tried to distract him with memories of the days when he used to enjoy slipping down to the bookies to make a bet on the horses. I asked him to calculate a bet - £5 on the nose at 5 to 2. He said I would get 7.5 return. I've no idea whether this is right or wrong.
I hate it when its time to leave but leave I must. Taxi home then.
My little dog wouldn't speak to me. He was sulking because I left him at home. Mind you - he was sorry later and made a great fuss of me.
Well I have the rest of the day to myself. My brother does not come down on a Wednesday. His pal comes to visit him and they natter about the old days and so on.
