Cascade of Bliss
Apr. 18th, 2025 08:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoLet's start chronologically with various things that were not great about yesterday. I was feeling kind of okay in the morning, and decided to go to the grocery store and restock for when the Sparrowhawk might feel like eating again this weekend. While we were in Pittsburgh, the Duchess invited us to come over for dinner on Sunday. She was planning to invite Dr. Nurse and family as well. We were delighted by this invitation. So I wanted to ask her if there was anything I could bring. Knowing how tired we were after the trip, I thought she might be tired too and need a helping hand. I said I would definitely bring some berries for Bird Baby (and anyone else who wanted them), because they were on sale.
She called me back and sensibly said it was a lot easier to talk than to create five pages of text! The gist of it is that we have to remain flexible about Sunday, because the Duke also got pretty sick after the trip and has had a bad cough. Also, their cat was ill in their absence, and peed on everything. Which in this case means the Duchess's lovely white carpets and white furniture. Woe!! It turned out the cat had a kidney stone and was going in for surgery yesterday. So we will be keeping in touch about Sunday.
I then went for a walk, in pursuit of becoming more healthy and fit. But instead of feeling good about this, I felt worse and worse. Aching and tired. When I got home, I saw a text from Mademoiselle, saying that she had been in the ER with Madame most of the day. Madame's hemoglobin was so low that they admitted her to the hospital overnight for a blood transfusion.
By nightfall, I was having chills, developed a fever, and my entire body hurt. I crawled into bed, but had to get up again at 5 am because it was just too painful. I drank a lot of ice water, which helped a little.
It was no better this morning. The Sparrowhawk felt good enough to go to the pharmacy and get me a covid/flu test. I was negative for everything. But I certainly have SOMETHING wrong with me! All I can do is drink tea and take naps. The Sparrowhawk wanted me to wait until tomorrow before canceling with the Duchess, but I don't think there's much point. I will not be fit to be around people by Sunday. Again, woe.
The bright side, if you can call it that, is that I won't be able to go visit Madame either. Mademoiselle sent a follow-up to say that on discharge, the facility where she lives insisted on putting her in memory care and wouldn't let her go back to her room in assisted care. Mademoiselle is irate about this, and thinks she can talk them out of it in a second meeting on Monday. I think they are completely correct about this. It would be irresponsible of them to put her back in her old room when they clearly cannot adequately care for her there. We went through the same thing with my mother. My hope is that the facility will hold the line. Everyone will be better off. I'm not going to express an opinion about this because it is not my place, but I fervently hope Madame will end up at a higher level of care, which is what she needs now.
She called me back and sensibly said it was a lot easier to talk than to create five pages of text! The gist of it is that we have to remain flexible about Sunday, because the Duke also got pretty sick after the trip and has had a bad cough. Also, their cat was ill in their absence, and peed on everything. Which in this case means the Duchess's lovely white carpets and white furniture. Woe!! It turned out the cat had a kidney stone and was going in for surgery yesterday. So we will be keeping in touch about Sunday.
I then went for a walk, in pursuit of becoming more healthy and fit. But instead of feeling good about this, I felt worse and worse. Aching and tired. When I got home, I saw a text from Mademoiselle, saying that she had been in the ER with Madame most of the day. Madame's hemoglobin was so low that they admitted her to the hospital overnight for a blood transfusion.
By nightfall, I was having chills, developed a fever, and my entire body hurt. I crawled into bed, but had to get up again at 5 am because it was just too painful. I drank a lot of ice water, which helped a little.
It was no better this morning. The Sparrowhawk felt good enough to go to the pharmacy and get me a covid/flu test. I was negative for everything. But I certainly have SOMETHING wrong with me! All I can do is drink tea and take naps. The Sparrowhawk wanted me to wait until tomorrow before canceling with the Duchess, but I don't think there's much point. I will not be fit to be around people by Sunday. Again, woe.
The bright side, if you can call it that, is that I won't be able to go visit Madame either. Mademoiselle sent a follow-up to say that on discharge, the facility where she lives insisted on putting her in memory care and wouldn't let her go back to her room in assisted care. Mademoiselle is irate about this, and thinks she can talk them out of it in a second meeting on Monday. I think they are completely correct about this. It would be irresponsible of them to put her back in her old room when they clearly cannot adequately care for her there. We went through the same thing with my mother. My hope is that the facility will hold the line. Everyone will be better off. I'm not going to express an opinion about this because it is not my place, but I fervently hope Madame will end up at a higher level of care, which is what she needs now.
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Date: 2025-04-19 03:14 pm (UTC)That does sound like a wise decision for Madame, though sad.