Hang in there Ross - I've been talking to a friend who does robots. We think we can come up with a voice activated device that will respond to your command, select the appropriate bottle, distinguish between cork and screw top, serve it in the appropriate glass, and then automatically send out for fresh supplies when stocks are low. We shall call it the Rossbot.
Friends took me out to dinner at one of my favorite restaurants this evening - without an aide. It was quite wonderful. But I know it's generally necessary, and I am growing accustomed to it.
I'm sure it's irksome, but I'm glad you have in-home help. Though if they're misplacing the cork screw, that's not just compromising your quality of life. It's a violation of the Geneva Conventions!
Had the last of the annual check ups today. This one with the gynaecologist/ surgeon. She is happy with progress in general. So we'll just keep on keeping on.
Has @Rossweisse actually said in so many words that the Corkscrew could not be found?
I have a feeling that The Mysterious Mystery Of The Disappearing Corkscrew is about to become one of the Ship's legends...
Meanwhile, I recall (whilst in hospital back in 2016) watching an interesting documentary on TV about cork forests in Portugal.
AIUI, the trees are 'harvested' of their bark for the purposes of making corks for WINE bottles, and the 'farmers' were anxious that we in Ukland (and other countries) should try to buy WINE in bottles with proper corks.
@Rossweisse is clearly Doing Her Bit to maintain this industry (which, of course, uses renewable materials). I therefore recommend her example to other Shipmates, and echo the spirit of the words of St Paul to drink WINE for the sake of one's health, and well-being.
It's actually my guess that it was members of the Feline Ministry to the Sick who took the cork screw in the first place. Because who would suspect them? They look so innocent.
Yeah, well, one of them smacked me in the butt the other day. I'm not sure what I had done to deserve such chastisement, but I darkly suspect it was the dog hair on my slacks.
My cats seem generally indifferent to evidence of canine fraternization. Perhaps said member of the FMS was just feeling a tad bit ornery herself.
All corks in this household are saved for recycling; a favorite restaurant occasionally offers incentives for bringing them in.
And several of us - my two closest friends; an organist/choirmaster and his wife; a friend who is an organ student of the organist/choirmaster; and I - are going out to dinner at said Favorite Restaurant tomorrow. Two escapes in one week!
All of my corkscrews seem to be accounted for, I am happy to say. Other things sometimes disappear (like two pairs of my dratted compression stockings), but the cats have nothing to do with it.
As long as I'm eating and drinking this well, I have to say, my Quality of Life is excellent. Hospice can wait!
I could start a whole new discussion on the hated compression stockings, entirely suited to hell. If/when I go to hell I am pretty sure they will be part of the treatment there. Last time in Scotland, wrestling with them on the floor in a B&B (there was no chair) I trapped a nerve in my back and was crippled for a couple of weeks. Yet another of the great life-enhancing benefits of cancer treatment.
Yes, I've had to bear the Cross of Wearing Compression Stockings...
But, they are necessary (so I am told).
When I was in hospital in 2016, my nurse (a lovely Bulgarian lady, who could write in three different alphabets - Cyrillic, Greek, and Roman - having graduated from Athens University) was Most Concerned that the Episcopal Toes were sometimes a bit swollen, and was for ever adjusting the said stockings.
Thanks to all for your prayers, hugs and good wishes.
Just home from surgery again, more pain but hoping to relieve pain in the long run (however long, that is). More tumours removed, lots of post-op bleeding, you're all aware of the routine. Nothing specific on further treatment. I'm sorry I haven't kept up with the forum. Just checking in.
Another one who hates her compression hose. Cut the toes out which helped me while still supporting legs. I could not stand the pressure on my toes. idj so glad you are home prayers for continued healing.
Hang in there idj. Hopefully (and prayerfully) this is the worst it will be for you, and the body will start to settle down again soon. Getting used to a reconfigured body can take time, but you will get there (unless it involves compression stockings!) The Ship's lifeboats are manned and ready.
D. didn't live long enough after surgery to get to the compression-stocking stage, but his legs and feet were very swollen, and IIRC they had them wrapped in a sort of blow-up thing, a bit like a blood-pressure sleeve.
I am currently scared to death. I have a nasty feeling that the person who died in Reading was going through chemotherapy, from the description. Like my mother, who is also a woman in her 70s. In my mum's case, she sees her granddaughters a great deal, and they are pretty much the light of her life.
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Amen!
I have a feeling that The Mysterious Mystery Of The Disappearing Corkscrew is about to become one of the Ship's legends...
Meanwhile, I recall (whilst in hospital back in 2016) watching an interesting documentary on TV about cork forests in Portugal.
AIUI, the trees are 'harvested' of their bark for the purposes of making corks for WINE bottles, and the 'farmers' were anxious that we in Ukland (and other countries) should try to buy WINE in bottles with proper corks.
@Rossweisse is clearly Doing Her Bit to maintain this industry (which, of course, uses renewable materials). I therefore recommend her example to other Shipmates, and echo the spirit of the words of St Paul to drink WINE for the sake of one's health, and well-being.
*hic*
*swoons*
Seriously, though, even just the occasional taste (!) of normality can be a real boost...
Meanwhile, the Important Issue Pertinent To This Thread is whether or not @Rossweisse is able to get at her WINE without difficulty...
All corks in this household are saved for recycling; a favorite restaurant occasionally offers incentives for bringing them in.
And several of us - my two closest friends; an organist/choirmaster and his wife; a friend who is an organ student of the organist/choirmaster; and I - are going out to dinner at said Favorite Restaurant tomorrow. Two escapes in one week!
All of my corkscrews seem to be accounted for, I am happy to say. Other things sometimes disappear (like two pairs of my dratted compression stockings), but the cats have nothing to do with it.
As long as I'm eating and drinking this well, I have to say, my Quality of Life is excellent. Hospice can wait!
Eggs-and-Bacon!
(Can't use the A-word, cuz it's Lent)
But, they are necessary (so I am told).
When I was in hospital in 2016, my nurse (a lovely Bulgarian lady, who could write in three different alphabets - Cyrillic, Greek, and Roman - having graduated from Athens University) was Most Concerned that the Episcopal Toes were sometimes a bit swollen, and was for ever adjusting the said stockings.
Just home from surgery again, more pain but hoping to relieve pain in the long run (however long, that is). More tumours removed, lots of post-op bleeding, you're all aware of the routine. Nothing specific on further treatment. I'm sorry I haven't kept up with the forum. Just checking in.
Prayers for all affected by this evil.
Compression stockings are new to me. They seem designed for the seventh circle of Hell, if not lower.
D. didn't live long enough after surgery to get to the compression-stocking stage, but his legs and feet were very swollen, and IIRC they had them wrapped in a sort of blow-up thing, a bit like a blood-pressure sleeve.
For all dealing with cancer, whether it's eating away at their own bodies or at the body of one they love.
I lost another friend to evil cancer last week - a retired organ builder/tuner and fellow choral singer from Northern Ireland.
Haven't enough musicians died of cancer recently?
I have a serious issue. Please see the Prayer thread in All Saints for details - I can't quite bear to type it out again.
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