Another depressing week. Monday saw us visit the fracture clinic at the Q.E. Gateshead. The consultant was a bones man and examined Karen’s breaks and assessed her range of movement. One thing Karen had wanted to do was to find out if what the physio had said was true, namely, could she get in the bath on her own ? The physio had said that her right hip wouldn’t let her do this.

Karen had been telling me “I bet your mam (who has also had a hip op) can get in/out of the bath on her own”. So, Karen popped the question of this consultant and he basically said she wouldn’t be able to get in/out of the bath by herself, but not JUST because of the hip (although that does make it harder), but because of the left-sided weakness as well. It’s the 2 together.

I don’t think kp was too pleased at hearing this. At the moment, she has to ask me for a bath. We do have an electric lowering seat, but it means kp is 6 inches higher in the bath, when it is down, so all her bumpy bits are exposed – no good. So, I lower her in. Makes for a nicer bath experience for her.

Tuesday, kp felt rally lousy. Adele came to do the cleaning etc and I think a chat with her made her feel a bit better in the afternoon.

The rest of the week, kp has been on a bit of a downer. She hasn’t wanted to talk to people on the phone, the prospect of picking it up and having a conversation being too much for her. I’d go as far as saying she is “scared” to pick the phone up.

But, this next week could be different.

Yesterday (Saturday), I woke Karen up as it was gloriously sunny (6am) and I thought she may like to walk the dogs with me. I probably took her on a 1/2 to 3/4 mile walk. Bad move. It was too far. She was wrecked by the end of it, and has paid the price today (Sunday). Patch tonight, so hopefully tomorrow, she will feel a lot better.

We watched Dreamgirls on DVD last night. Nice change. Good Film.

No appointments this week. It feels like a first.