Dor Does Books

1) My father, bless his little cotton socks, was sorting out his various drugs into his pill box. Because he has stubby man-fingers, he finds it easier to pop the pills out of the blister pack onto the table then drop them into the different sections of the pill box. Because he was refiling the whole box, he'd emptied that days tablets onto a pile on the table.

He became aware, at some point during the process, that his cup of tea was almost finished and realised it would be wise to take his tablets before it was.

12 Venlafaxine later I learned that if you have a possible medical crises, it's better not to do so within five minutes either side of 9am because the out-of-hours services closes early, and the GP opens late.

He's fine, but because he has a heart condition I had to spend most of the day taking him for ECGs and generally not doing any of the things I intended to do.

2) My Great-Auntie, bless her little cotton socks, died. This was a relief. She was old and she'd been going downhill in the non-specific way of the very old for a long time - although there are words to be had with her GP who was called out to see her and declared her fine; 24 hours later the hospital said she had liver cancer and would be unlikely to survive the weekend. 

She lived in the UK, so my parents had to go over to organise the paperwork, sort out her belongings etc which means that instead of spending my free time book blogging etc I spent my free time doing the research regarding funerals, probate, etc, which they can't do because they have limited internet access. It turns out funerals are ridiculously expensive, but you are legally allowed to dig the hole in the graveyard yourself. Don't say I never teach you anything.

So, that's where I've been. Hope everybody's lives are marvellous.