In this case, the woman in question was yet again my wife, Jane.
The hour in question was 4 p.m. on my usual day of writing. But on this day, writing had to be forgotten until a stint later at night (yawn). I had an entertainment Zoom call to partake in. Then dinner of an excellent vegetable rice concoction that contained vegan schnitzels, thanks again to Jane.
It was all as usual at my own instigation. This very night, July 7, was the 30th anniversary of my stage show, “The Edge.” So, for a change, I joined in the show’s regular podcast recording at 4 p.m. I’ll probably write about it next week — if I make the edit!
It’s been set in concrete for a couple of weeks. As is the way that everything seems to happen, Jane took a call about a long-awaited adaptation to my new bed. It needs to be lengthened, as MS hasn’t stopped me from still being 6 feet tall — at least when lying down. They’d be here in a couple of hours. Could they not do so between 4 and 5 p.m.?
With my laptop, desk, and therefore all of my showbiz paraphernalia beside the bed, there was no easy way to move me. So, she moved the bed, just in (pillow?) case. Because it’s a hospital profiling bed on wheels, this was relatively easy.
I am now living downstairs, where our living room has large partition doors. For nearly 10 years, this room had housed my 50th birthday present, a pool table I found increasingly difficult to play, let alone beat anybody! Still, it was a joy. You do what you can when you can.
My adaptation of the common statement used by my first neurologists (and indeed many others I’ve met on my medical journey), “Use it or lose it,” is “Use it or lose it, as whatever you do, you may lose it anyway.”
Our plans of touring Europe also have been curtailed by that which cannot be named. We were seriously looking at eating at the famed Danish restaurant Noma, and we were even on the waiting list.
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