Poor old Inlaw Paw is suffering from a triple whammy: depressed thyroid function, ditto kidneys (although 40% is par for a 99-yr-old) and an as yet unspecified infection, hence the serious oedema filling up his legs. Doc has been brilliant, though, and after this morning's visit things should slowly improve - "but you're in for a bad week".
Also had a natter about my hearty problems. The aim is to get me back on the bike and right now I get angina just running up the stairs, so he agreed that things weren't exactly ideal and we should plan an angioplasty asap even though it will involve occluding a minor subnet. Since I haven't felt any loss of strength during even severe angina the loss of function will be minimal and I'll be able to get back on the road instead of acting the loppy stocking round here.
To add to the pile my son has just been diagnosed with T2 diabetes, at the same age as I was.
It's all cheer at Maison T42.
Life presents a dismal picture
Home's as gloomy as the tomb
Poor old Dad has got a stricture
Mother has a fallen womb
Brother Bob has been deported
For a homosexual crime
And the housemaid's been aborted
For the forty-second time.
(Tune: Deutschland Über Alles)
- Robertson Davies, on whose name be praise.
