A message from Nurse Nice

Good man, John! When my turn comes for oral surgery, I'll know who to call ;-) My DH has many sterling qualities, but care of the sick is not among them. Good luck with your workmen! You need to get back to quilting! Roberta in D

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Dear John,

Having been on the receiving end of oral surgery, I deeply sympathise with you both! I put Alan through hell when I had my wisdom teeth quarried out over 25 years ago!

((((((John & the Missis))))))

In a rather funny development, We had no way for her to alert me that she might need assistance if I am down stairs. You know, like assistance getting to the bathroom or emptying the spittoon. I came up with a particularly 19th century solution. Kind of like a page from the British TV series Upstairs,Downstairs. I took a Bicycle Bell from my collection of bicycle parts in the basement and attached it to the headboard of the Victorian Bedstead and now if she needs me, she just "dings me" and I come up wearing formal service livery, complete with white gloves. All comments about my ringing her bell in bed, should be deferred until a later date.

John

I guess I will just have to live up to the, "For better or Worse", part of the marriage vows.

John

A speedy get well to your DW. I know having a Nurse Nice in the house is so very helpful.

That is what folks that stay married a long time do. I sure like the better parts best but gotta work with what you have. I hope your wife is feeling better soon. I am sort of like Mr. Esther. I am not much of a nurse. Anyone sick around here gets well quick so as to avoid my poor nurse work though. Take care, TAria

John wrote:

Kind of the "Tough Love" Theory, I guess, on your part.

John

I hope your DW is feeling better soon, John! That must be miserable.

What a neat solution! My mum has a little bell she used once when I needed to nurse her. Little Victorian lady in a crinoline. Pretty, but we discovered it wasn't loud enough!

I'm a bit like that - I used to ask my baby cherub if the floor was OK when he fell over. He tended to forget the bumps and grazes while looking for holes in the floor!

But the one he never forgets is that his dad made him walk on what turned out to be a chipped ankle bone that took six week, six plasters and a doze of trench foot before it got better... And I prickled him with a pineapple in a Sansbury's wheelchair!

Buttons

This one is called "Incredibell" and is quite loud. So far it has served it's purpose. I don't think the sound would carry three floors. just one downstairs.

John

In message , John writes

When my heart problems were really troublesome we rigged up one of those wire less door bells. The bell part was plugged into an electric socket downstairs as usual. I had the bell push that fits on the door on my beside table. Worked a treat. Shirley

ooh! A hi-tec solution! I must remember that...

"In sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, til death do us part" has become a silent mantra around here. My poor DH (on dialysis) had to have his arm declotted twice in 7 days after going through the same procedure in April. I've often told him he was wise to be a wonderful husband all these years because it makes the bad times much easier to manage and I think he is worth every minute of care I give him. On the other hand, when I spent three days cleaning up water leaking into my basement office (removing all wall and floor coverings, moving two heavy office desks, computer table, two smaller tables, two computers, and a file cabinet) he was kind enough to fix his own breakfast and pack his own lunch for dialysis, but didn't think to ask me if I wanted to eat after six hours working on getting rid of soggy carpeting. Gotta love him!

Sending good, healing thoughts to your DW and all the strength I can spare to you, John. And you're absolutely right about getting old--it's not for sissies! I'm just grateful I am still able to quilt and ride my bike and enjoy life. And work a full-time job that is both interesting and challenging.

There are moments, though, when retirement looks very sweet indeed!

That was good for an early-morning chuckle! Good idea, BTW. MSM and I should rig up something similar between our houses---oh, never mind, they call it a telephone.