So, Pa has Parkinson's apparently. It can be controlled with medication and people are now talking about him going to the local cottage hospital for a while and then going home. However, the only way to tell whether it *is* Parkinson's for certain is to give him the medication and see whether he improves. This seems rather hit and miss - but so far things are sounding cautiously positive.
More positive here, too. I am feeling more like myself - still tired, still weepy, still feeling a bit weird about interacting with Leo, still not really wanting to be left on my own. BUT - the physio has fitted me with a HUGE bit of tubi-grip, that goes from under my armpits to below my hips (whooo-hooo, SEXY!) and that is helping with the pelvic pain no end. I have even done some garden pottering. And today I cleaned the bathroom AND scraped the yack out from the bottom of the oven. Which is a tri-annual job, normally, and only prompted when the house fills with smoke when you turn the grill on. Oh. Wait. That's what happened.
We had a very pleasant afternoon earlier in the week, helping a friend kill her chickens. That sounds like we are some kind of bizarre Manson-family-alike ... but it was a lovely afternoon, she has a BRILLIANT plucking machine and it all went very smoothly. I even remembered to take a change of clothes to change in to before I picked Leo up from nursery.
Ah, nursery. He LOVES it. Thankfully. One whole day and two half days. Bliss for everyone. Tomorrow, B and I are planning on dropping him off and then visiting our bees for a few hours.
Tonight - chicken curry and an early night. B is working and won't be back until the small hours.
Things are, tentatively, looking up.