It has been a bit of a rough week. However the lymphoedema physiotherapist did phone, giving me a cancellation appointment yesterday afternoon. She says the lymphoedema is quite severe, massaged the afflicted arm, explained how to do it, wrote the instructions, and bandaged the arm. This morning I had to unwrap it, do the massage and then re-bandage. It took quite some time. During the day the hand became quite swollen, which made me feel rather panicky. The physiotherapist telephoned me this afternoon to hear how I was managing, so that was helpful. But I must confess to feeling rather buffetted and bashed by fate and bad fortune. And I feel rather exhausted and downcast.
I did get to choir last night, a kind friend having driven me there. I took a taxi home. We are singing lots of Verdi choruses. Although I know most of them to listen to, singing them is quite another matter, due to the speed, and to the elision of the words. The choir friend who sits beside me told me her own health drama - she had a nasty bout of tachycardia (?) which sounds like the opposite of what I had.
It was good to have a sing. And the Italian classes have recommenced, and it was lovely to see everyone, even though much of the language allegedly in my head has been pushed aside by more recent events.
My brothers and sisters are all going to the country this weekend to help celebrate my older sister's golden wedding anniversary. She is permanently in hospital, suffering from dementia, by now very severe, and her husband is not all that well, either. Thinking about her does put my woes into some sort of perspective. I am not going, as I think the train journeys would be far too long and uncomfortable for me, and not give me much scope for all the massaging, and bandaging that needs to be done. The following weekend I am supposed to be going to Melbourne to attend the 'wedding' ceremony of my niece who got married in Mexico a couple of years ago. She is going to wear a wedding dress. I don't know what she wore when she was married in Mexico.
It does not do to dwell on all these things, so I am about to curl up with a book. Tomorrow it might be a good idea to start the car and let the engine rev for a while - it would be aggravating to get a flat battery once I am able to drive again. Next week is full of medical appointments and physiotherapy. At least, I suppose, I can say there is never a dull moment. Sad, annoying, depressing, enjoyable, entertaining, interesting, challenging, puzzling, perplexing, but No, not dull.