Attaching to the network of care and support

I woke up at five thirty with unfinished business coming to mind. Basma sent me a message to say she'd been rehoused in Caerau, and I promised to introduce her to Fr Jesse just before the stroke. I emailed him and briefed him with her story from the original used to introduce her to Fr Richard in Grangetown. Then went back to sleep, job done. 

After breakfast and medication I called Peter the Community Stroke clinical nurse specialist, and learned I'll be visited by an Occupational Therapist for an assessment of support requirements next week, and have been assured my GP surgery is up to speed with my changed situation, and told to request a prescription renewal in writing. Through Kath's friend Emma we have been introduced to Jorja who is an experienced versatile home care professional who can offer any support either Clare or I need. 

My attempt to make my rudimentary medication spreadsheet  checklist turn into a list in a document were frustrating and a failure, so Kath did the honours. This will help secure the every day routine.  

After lunch Siân, one of the GP practice nurses called to inform me about medication renewal. Quite a busy morning mentally, then down-time to process all the info and experiences.

Once refreshed, I returned to sound editing this week's Morning Prayer and encouraged by my success in making the MP3 file needed. Then I started on the video slide show. As long as I focus quietly I achieve my aim. Latency in my perception is diminishing thankfully. Kath and I went to Llandaff Fields for a  sunset walk after supper, and chatted until bedtime and exchanged messages with Amanda, as I wanted to respond to her post-birthday one. She is praying for me now, as are Geneva friends. Paul Okello emailed.  He and his wife Judy are about to retire and resettle in Kenya. His grown kids are settled in Switzerland, so they will go back and forth. I'd love to know more about them. They were in my confirmation classes back in the day.

I make more typos when I'm tired. Bed at eleven fifteen.