Wednesday, 26 February 2014

Filling in time all day

Life is so exciting. Back home from Melbourne yesterday afternoon, I rushed off to rehearsal for our choral concerts this weekend. We are singing Verdi choruses. And I drove myself there. This was the first time I have driven since being rushed off to hospital just over four weeks ago. All went well, except for the general failure at the end of the evening to accept our parking tickets and vouchers.

At present I am pondering whether to drive or take buses to the hospital, where I am to have an ultrasound to see what might have happened or contributed to the flare up of the lymphoedema. Apparently after the ultrasound I have to hang around for an unquantifiable  time for the surgeon to tell me what, if anything, it all means.

Parking near the hospital is a wonderful earner for whoever gets the money, and the uncertainties certainly add to the rich complexities of life.

I awoke this morning to the insistent cries of a delivery man. I sleep on the third floor, so had to descend to the ground level, to receive the parcel. It contained my pressure sleeve and glove, so I spent some exciting time working out how to get them on my arm. It took some time, and will certainly need extra time  in the morning rush. A rubber glove is the recommended tool to get it on.  It does feel more comfortable than the various layers of pressure bandages of the interim treatment. However I now have a numb thumb. Did not expect that rhyme to insert itself into this particulare piece of deathless prose.)

Although the trip to Melbourne was enjoyable, I am glad to be home. In some ways Melbourne makes me feel like a lost soul, a fish out of water, and that I just do not fit in there.

The main purpose of this particular trip was to attend a wedding ceremony of my niece and her husband. They actually were already married, two years ago in Mexico, where the bridegroom comes from. But they wanted a religious blessing, and a family celebration here, and she wanted to be a bride, in a wedding dress. So the husband's family came here from Mexico, to be present.
The ceremony took place in a lovely park, and there was a reception afterwards in a nearby Spanish restaurant. It all went very well. Everyone was very well behaved. And she looked absolutely beautiful, and her dress was elegant, pretty, flattering, and she wore my grandmother's bridal veil. And! The dress was NOT strapless - a style which to my mind an unflattering, which requires constant yanking and hoisting to defy gravity.

My sister's marriage failed some years ago, and it was a very difficult breakup. My family helped her leave the family home, with her share of their belongings. I could not help, as I was serving on a jury for seven weeks. The husband is well off, but my sister is not, and  in order to start afresh, studied law part time and has now been admitted to practice.
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So in a way this ceremony presented us all with a delicate situation, but we all behaved very nobly and well.

3 comments:

Elephant's Child said...

Congratulations are most definitely in order. Firstly for driving again (though my experience of hospitals suggests that alternatives to driving are likely to be cheaper and less stressful.
And big congratulations for family good behaviour. Always welcome, and too rarely seen.

Relatively Retiring said...

Just as E.C. says.
Impeccable family behaviour is especially wonderful when there are a few drinks circulating!

Isabelle said...

That all sounds pretty good. (And I agree about strapless dresses.)