Mrs Wobble The Waitress...

... Wobbled with the jelly... and virtually everything else... as far as I can remember... and Miss and Master Wobble ended up donning their rollerskates and deftly catching the falling/flying food before it could land on startled customers...Turning their mothers  unfortunate mishaps into  talking points. "Bravo! Well done to the little Wobbles" I hear you cry... "But what the... does this have to do with anything?" 

Well... I am quite an expert at throwing my own food down myself.. (and drinks too... just for good measure)... so Jill... so as to not be left out of all this expertise... thought that she would try serving supper...alternatively... It got caught on the laptray... (my catching is improving!)... I am awaiting the donning of rollerskates (or even perhaps usage of a skateboard) with excitement :D

Being Mastered By Weeping Octopus Soup

Oh dear... Is one meant to laugh this much during cooking? 

It all started going... ahem... slightly differently to the "norm" (but then when is anything in my life "normal"?) when the onions DIDN'T make either me or Jill cry when they were being peeled or chopped... but DID make our eyes water when they were more or less nicely cooked in oil... 

It all went downhill from there really... sobriety of mood - wise...  Before long  the cauliflower and broccoli florets had morphed into octopuses (according to Jill anyway...)  and anyone who has seen this cartoon:

and is familiar with soup recipes, will know what naturally followed on from that train of thought...

 Moving swiftly on... there are now 5 large yoghurt pots of the newly renamed "Weeping Octopus" soup cooling on the kitchen worktop... Jill is sure all DO have lids... somewhere... they were both got out at the same time... so... 

Jealousy... thy name is...

...Chris. 

Yup! Not been in the house more than 48 hours... and she's causing mischief, with the excuse of being envious of the fact that I am going to stay in that 5* hotel they call The National Hospital For Neurology And Neurosurgery...(Booking in Sunday... Length of stay unknown at time of writing... Until they kick me out for being a nuisance I suppose ;)  ) 

Anyway, Chris is so jealous that she's tried to give herself a head injury by headbutting the bathroom cabinet! (Apparently the plan was to get a bed next to me... HAH she should be so lucky... they might put her in the Acute Brain Injury Unit instead...)

Better watch myself... or she'll be ganging up on me with the sani-chair (posh type of shower chair on wheels) during my shower tonight, and I might just actually end up going down the drain hole! (Sani-chair has already tried this once... but been thwarted in its plans by Adrianna... It might succeed with a partner in crime...)

The (Sometimes) Bizarre Order of Things...

OK... yet another mysterious blog post title for me to explain...

I've just had a phone call from the company that services the wheelchairs supplied by the NHS in my area... informing me that they have a cushion they want to deliver... is Monday between 8 and 3 ok? 

Now I am assuming several things having received this call...
  
1. That they mean 8am not 8pm (I am NOT waiting up until 3am! Well... not unless insomnia strikes... again...I am no stranger to insomnia...)   
  
2. That this means that the service has approved the quote by the wheelchair supplier that I chose to go with... and the wheelchair and ahem a few "extras" (like anti-tip, and tip help, and manually angle adjustable back) that myself and the assessor chose as being suitable, and indeed desirable (if not... hey lets push the boat out here... NECESSARY)  for me.

However... I am not doing a sitting down "happy dance" quite yet... as I know the chair has still to be ordered... made according to my specifications... and delivered... and so will be a month or so to come yet... Assuming that my assumptions are correct... 

Which means that I will have plenty of time to "road test" the cushion to go in it ;) 

Kinda similar to when the rucksack for my new laptop appeared to be going to be delivered about a month before the laptop... As it was... that was a slight misunderstanding... Fingers crossed I am not misunderstanding anything this time!

 

"That's not meat... that's fish!"

...OK... bizarre title right?... I can explain...

I've got a slow cooker on my kitchen work surface... and it's on... and there's meat in it... pork to be exact. With a sauce mix, and because it's pork... a couple of sliced up cooking apples... (ommm nommm nommm!) 

But it's been cooking away nicely since 9:30 this morning... so it was time to see if things were cooked enough... or if it needed to stay on a little while longer... So Adriana took a fork and speared a bit... My reaction to what came up on the fork... "That's not meat...that's fish!" 

So now you're feeling rather puzzled, maybe scratching your head... or maybe you know me off the internet... and are thinking "yup... she's flipped!"... Or maybe if you're in the third category you know me well enough to know that I have a weird speech difficulty that means that sometimes what my brain wants me to say... (in this case "apple") isn't what comes out of my mouth... (in this case I said "fish"... cue really bad joke: what do you call a fish with no eyes?  Fsh. BOOOOM BOOOM! a la Basil Brush) And yes... most people say that they have that issue too... and they don't have a cognitive/neurological disorder... But... when you HAVE a cognitive/neurological disorder things like this happen more often (sometimes a LOT more often) than if you simply are having a "run of the mill" bad day. 

I am even putting together my own "dictionary of ellie-ese" (although anyone else's unusual terms are welcome in it too :D) partly because I figure it will be a help to carers to understand what I am on about when I ask for "purple people eater" for breakfast (that's ellie-ese for porridge... and I'm as lost as you as to WHY)... partly because it's actually quite fun looking over some of the unique phrases we have for things :D 

At the end of the day... even if I have to resort to mime/a lot of pointing/describing a word that isn't coming out right/just going to where something is and bringing it to a carer... I can usually get across what I need to communicate... and that is the important thing :D

Conspiracy.... it's a conspiracy I tell you!

Not content with depriving me of my lovely warm snuggly bedlinen...Adriana has then gone on to bury my glasses under a pile of soggy towels! (She claimed she didn't know they were there... but we know better... don't we... ;) )

Was she trying to make sure that I can't SEE where all things snuggly and warm are??? So that she can ahem appropriate them???

Only time will tell.... 



 

There's nothing like...

...the feel of freshly washed and dried bedlinen... right against your cheeks... Oh... what??? (reverie is ahem.. interrupted)... What do you mean you want them back??? Oh... they're my bedsheets and you need to make my bed... plus they'd get a bit wet if I continued to hold them lovingly... as I'm having my hair washed in a few minutes...??? Oh... ok... then... you can have the bedlinen... (feeling of sadness at parting)... 

Thus, Adriana learnt a valuable lesson... Don't give me something that is lovely and snuggly and tactile... if you actually need to do something with it!  :D