So we’re back in the swing of therapy with two appointments done, two more to come, and then another week off before we get completely back to our normal routine. Returning after a two week break wasn’t as hard as we thought it might be, altho we haven’t done much work because there was an awful lot of stuff to catch up on – that’s now out the way and we can move forward.
After therapy on Wednesday we had to come straight home for our daughter returning from lunch out, but she made us a brew and disappeared upstairs so we could have our downtime. After yesterday’s appointment, with our daughter away to see Chicago in Newcastle, S went to Asda and Nero’s before going home. Chicken and bacon caesar wraps were bought in the hope C might be tempted to eat, and one of them did disappear.
We also need to mention our CPN, who had little choice but to hit the ground running on the first day of our psych’s fortnight off. It is rare for her to see us emotional and she was exactly what we needed – not ignoring our distress but not fussing over us either. We’ve also had some very frank conversations to help her get to know all of us, none of which have freaked her out or made her treat us any differently – a big fear of ours. She has been, in short, awesome.
One big change recently is that S moved our bed. The shape of our bedroom meant there were really only two places for the bed to go – on the wall to our daughter’s room, or the wall to our neighbour’s room – but S has found a third, coming out from the window, and it works much better than I could have anticipated. We are now further from both our daughter’s room and the adjoining wall to our neighbour which means it is a little quieter. We are also, for the first time since moving here, in a slight thru breeze which is lovely on hot summer nights. The other good thing about where our bed is now is that it is much easier to crawl out from underneath – we can aim for the doorway instead of coming up against a wall which means we are less likely to bump out head or back on the cast iron bed frame. It’s the little things.