Well, a very depressing week for kp. She mulled over the driving assessment and things gradually sunk in and her mood lowered as the week progressed.

Tuesday was neuro-physio (NP), and the NP worked on kp’s left shoulder, trying to loosen it up. The NP also decided to set kp some goals. kp felt that this was a sign that she was going to stop the NP sessions shortly, once the goals had been set (and achieved), which, in a way, can’t be a bad thing.

Wednesday was another suicidal day for Karen. She was wanting to end it all. We talked about it and we are going to up the anti-depressants. She takes Cypralex (or escitalopram) and we are doubling it to 20mg per day. If that improves things, we will go to the doctors to up the prescription. When kp is down, it has a knock-on effect on me, and my days at work tend to be shite, as I think about her a lot of the time. I go all flat too.

Thursday was hydro. The usual exercises (cycling action, right hip exercises) and they also tried to stretch kp’s arm (2 of them). Sounded a bit like mediaeval torture to me.

Friday – kp didn’t get up until 12.30pm. By which time, Marie and Adele had been jobbing on around the house. She had a lovely afternoon with them by all accounts.

During the week, I thought that a holiday would give something for kp to aim for. So, I planted the seed, and it seemed to change her mood for the better (note to self – must remember this). She wants to go to Lake Garda (in Italy) (mum and dad recently went and said it was great).

Saturday – it was Ethan’s (our nephew) Holy Communion. So, we had to be up early to get to the church for 10.15am. We were late, and it had started (10.35am), when we arrived. Not that it mattered, as there were no seats in the church left anyway. Fortunately for kp, there was a seat in the reception room. I was tasked with video’ing the ceremony, so went to the front (down one of the aisles) and watched from there.

I was right behind the organist. She must have been about 110 years old, and sitting to her left were her choir. About 9 ladies and a bloke, youngest age probably 75. It was funny as hell to see her conduct them whilst keeping one hand on her organ. The funniest bit was when she gave them the sign to stop singing. It was as if she was saying….”this is the end of the song, stop within the next 5 seconds, whenever you like”. Michelle (who had joined me at the front) and I had a giggle.

Ethan was on the 3rd row back (I am not sure if that was alphabetical placement or “naughty” placement). I don’t think I saw him smile once.  Here he is as part of the final “take a photo” scene, and also with kp and Michelle.

We spent the rest of Saturday looking at hotels for the holiday, and planning an itinerary. We nearly got to the “booking it” stage, but I need to check with my partner in crime (at work) whether I can go for the week we have in mind.

Sunday, kp stayed in bed until about 12pm. I did a bit of gardening and watched the Guns of Navarone. When she had got up and had eaten breakfast, we hung around for a bit, as our solicitor chappie was supposed to come (at some point), but he didn’t so we went to a Garden Centre. Here is kp at the garden centre.