Showing posts with label Stoma. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stoma. Show all posts
Take time to smell the roses
When I walk home with Jules, my 9 year old son, from school we pass a house which has roses in the front garden. These are not the weedy, insipid offerings you see on garage forecourts, these are big, blousy, fragrant roses - the old fashioned ones I remember from my childhood. And more often than not I stop to smell them. Just have that moment, breathing in their heady scent, before the chaos of the evening descends.
A Good Day
Yesterday was a good day, not anticipated to be as it involved several appointments at Great Ormond Street. As we live in London, albeit in the suburbs, our appointments tend to be scheduled for later in the afternoon, however anyone who knows London traffic knows that it's often easier to drive out of London than to drive around London.
Having picked Daisy up from her school it then took me 90 minutes to drive the 14 miles from school to hospital, 90 minutes of roadworks, delays and diversions with a little girl in the back of the car who doesn't like to sit still for too long and no-one else to entertain her. The only CD in the car suitable for Daisy was the Singing Hands Christmas CD so on a rainy May afternoon, stuck in gridlocked London traffic Daisy and I sang and signed Christmas songs - shall we refer to it as a little seasonal rebellion rather than the actions of a desparate mother?
Of course once I drove around and around the streets of Bloomsbury looking for a place to park which the ever vigilant Camden Council parking posse would approve of, I was late for our first appointment. This was with our Stoma nurse, a very important appointment as with four stomas Daisy needs a lot of help from nurse specialists. I was even a bit late for the second appointment but I always assume the clinic is running late (normally delayed by parents with me with a list of questions) so it wasn't too bad. Appointment two was Orthotics.
Having picked Daisy up from her school it then took me 90 minutes to drive the 14 miles from school to hospital, 90 minutes of roadworks, delays and diversions with a little girl in the back of the car who doesn't like to sit still for too long and no-one else to entertain her. The only CD in the car suitable for Daisy was the Singing Hands Christmas CD so on a rainy May afternoon, stuck in gridlocked London traffic Daisy and I sang and signed Christmas songs - shall we refer to it as a little seasonal rebellion rather than the actions of a desparate mother?
Of course once I drove around and around the streets of Bloomsbury looking for a place to park which the ever vigilant Camden Council parking posse would approve of, I was late for our first appointment. This was with our Stoma nurse, a very important appointment as with four stomas Daisy needs a lot of help from nurse specialists. I was even a bit late for the second appointment but I always assume the clinic is running late (normally delayed by parents with me with a list of questions) so it wasn't too bad. Appointment two was Orthotics.
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