A Glimmer is a small moment that sparks joy, happiness, or peace.
Today's glimmer is:
It's not often that I can see Limonaid from the kitchen, but she's in just the right spot right now.
#horse #glimmer
"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure…We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be?… There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do…as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same." ~M.Williamson
18:45 hrs.
Mr. C saw a different and much sharper doctor who speaks excellent English today.
The doctor says the infection seems to be clearing. They will run another test in the morning. This will show whether or not Mr. C will need to take antibiotics after he comes home (Isn't home a wonderful word?) hopefully tomorrow afternoon.
The doctor said the reason this has taken so long is that Mr. C was misdiagnosed with a urinary tract infection by the urgent care staff. The infection was actually in the flesh of the site of Mr. C's recent surgery. So, they had him on less effective antibiotics.
Now that he's on the correct antibiotics, all should be well in our world very soon.
I want to thank everyone who has shown their concern for both of us during this difficult separation. I don't know what I'd have done without you all.
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I love to take leftovers and wrap them in puff pastry to make pasties.
Today I tried it with leftover parmesan artichoke dip and the result is brilliant! 😋
Not sure if this counts as a glimmer or a triumph. 🤔
I should start a web series titled "Will it pasty?" 😂
They've improved the puff pastry recipe. They're so flaky! 😋
#cooking #WillitPasty
19:30 hrs.
It's been a roller-coaster of a day. Mr. C had a scan and then was told he wouldn't be permitted to eat or drink until tomorrow afternoon, a grave disappoinment as I had packed a care package for Michel to take to him including boiled egg sandwiches choccie biccies, almond cakes, and proper tea bags.
We were expecting minor surgery but then they announced that there is no abscess; so, surgery is not necessary and they gave him IV antibiotics.
Michel kindly delivered the goodies and other needed items that I had packed.
Mr. C just had an egg sandwich and his first decent cup of tea in 12 days.
I celebrated by making myself some parmesan artichoke dip. 😋
20:15 hrs.
Mr. C hasn't seen the specialist yet, but the physiotherapist stopped by. She asked some questions and had him to walk for her. Then she laughed and said, "You don't need me."
His consultation with the specialist has been canceled. They told him they need to do a urine test and a scan. We don't know anything else. I'm getting a few things together for Michel to take to him.
I didnt actually expect him to come home today, but I did hope the specialist would be able to tell us something.
Michel will take Mr. C his care package tomorrow afternoon.
I'm going to crochet some flower coasters for Mr. C to give his nurses.
Today's glimmer is:
I just completed a new outfit for Raffles, my Finch self care pet ! Giggle, snicker, guffaw! Not only have I cast pearls before my swine but I gave them an apple in case they want to put something in their mouth. And my pig can fly!
#finch #selfcare #glimmer #glimmers
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13:45 hrs.
Me: Moriarty misses you.
Mr. C: How do you know?
Me: Well, right now he's guarding your shoes.
Poor little man. He really misses his Daddy, as do I. The good news is that the treatment seems to be working and Mr. C will see the specialist on Tuesday after which he will, hopefully, be able to come home.
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American Tune
by Paul Simon ‧ 1973
Many's the time I've been mistaken
And many times confused
Yes, and I've often felt forsaken
And certainly misused
Oh, but I'm alright, I'm alright
I'm just weary to my bones
Still, you don't expect to be bright and bon vivant
So far away from home, so far away from home
And I don't know a soul who's not been battered
I don't have a friend who feels at ease
I don't know a dream that's not been shattered
Or driven to its knees
But it's alright, it's alright
For we lived so well so long
Still, when I think of the
Road we're traveling on
I wonder what's gone wrong
I can't help it, I wonder what has gone wrong
And I dreamed I was dying
I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly
And looking back down at me
Smiled reassuringly
And I dreamed I was flying
And high up above my eyes could clearly see
The Statue of Liberty
Sailing away to sea
And I dreamed I was flying
We come on the ship they call The Mayflower
We come on the ship that sailed the moon
We come in the age's most uncertain hours
And sing an American tune
Oh, and it's alright, it's alright, it's alright
You can't be forever blessed
Still, tomorrow's going to be another working day
And I'm trying to get some rest
That's all I'm trying to get some rest.
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Today's glimmer is:
I've been doing my best to keep on top of things while Mr. C is away from home. I managed to take the recycling out to the bin on the other side of the building. I was rewarded with the sight of Sarah and Michel's lovely white snapdragons. They're so pretty!
#flowers #glimmer #glimmers
19:40 hrs.
Mr. C is slowly improving, but today...
I had to have him give this message to the head nurse - in French, of course.
To whom it may concern:
The staff has been informed several times that John Campbell is allergic to cheese. He has been served cheese repeatedly. This is dangerous and unacceptable. I intend to send a strongly worded complaint to the hospital administration if this situation is not corrected immediately. My husband should not have to starve because of miscommunication and neglect.
Mrs. Campbell
[À qui de droit :
Le personnel a été informé à plusieurs reprises de l’allergie de John Campbell au fromage. Or, on lui en a servi à plusieurs reprises. Cette situation est dangereuse et inacceptable. Je compte adresser une plainte formelle à la direction de l’hôpital si elle n’est pas corrigée immédiatement. Mon mari ne devrait pas souffrir de malnutrition à cause d’un manque de communication et de négligence.
Mme Campbell]
I told him that I am not so helpless that I can't come there and put the fear of me into them!
I was ready to chew up an iron bar and spit nails!
They'll wish their fathers had never met their mothers!
Fortunately the head nurse is in complete agreement with me and said she will speak to the nurses and kitchen staff. She was furious too. She brought him a replacement meal.
After I calmed down I was able to cook myself a dinner of pan seared Spam and fried potatoes.
He sent me a picture of his view of Vitré.
Today's glimmer is:
I thought that the dimorphotheca that Mr. C bought me last month wasn't doing very well. When we brought it home all of the blossoms and buds promptly died. However, it has recently rallied and this morning it surprised me with a lovely little purple bloom.
#flowers #glimmer #glimmers
14:00 hrs.
Mr. C is staying in hospital at Vitré for now. The infection is a complication of his surgery in February and is being treated.
He asked me to convey his gratitude for the concern shown by all our Sunbeams. He's sorry he's not up to direct communication with everyone right now but he just needs to rest and heal.
I have all the supplies I need and Sarah and Michel are close at hand to help me. Moriarty, Miss Watson, and Rincewind are keeping me company as are Sir Terry Pratchett and the Red Dwarf crew.
Thank you for all your love.
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