The house is very quiet this morning. We were both awake by 6.30 so, following our
usual pattern, I made coffee for us both.
Marilyn always has hers in bed while I take over the lounge room to catch
up with the ABC News. I wandered back in
to the bedroom a little later to see whether Marilyn wanted more coffee and
found her sound asleep. This is very unlike
her as she is usually up and busy, getting me organised and giving me the
instructions for the day. Still, it’s
quite cool and overcast and we have no plans for the day so I won’t disturb
her.
Our planned trip to Hobart has been cancelled; one of the Aged
Care Homes has postponed their Covid injections so Nera is no longer needed
there this weekend. There’s nothing to
stop us going anyway but I think we’ll hold off until another time.
We’ve been in Longford for 6 months now and we’re finding
that the hardest adjustment we’ve had to make is changing our medical arrangements. We’d been with the same practice for over 20
years; everybody there knew us, we were comfortable with them and confident
they would look after us well. The
practice here in Longford is just up the road so we could walk there if we
wanted. We contacted them and arranged
to be put on their books and were allocated to a Doctor Inglis, a pleasant-enough
young lady but gives the appearance of being a little scatter-brained. Nothing you could put your finger on but not
as warm and comforting as Dr Hampson in Mowbray. Maybe we’re getting old and believe anyone
under 50 is scatter-brained.
Another issue is that it seems to be taking forever to
transfer our feet to a new podiatrist but, of course, we arrived as Covid was
staring to put extra demands on Medical centres and the staff were under pressure so
I think we need to give it more time.
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