My husband smoked for nearly 65 years until a few months ago when he could no longer remember what to do. He played with a pocketful of lighters for a week or two, would light them up, look at the flame for a while then blow it out. He'd put a cigarette in his mouth, chew on the end for a bit then park it somewhere. ( Unlit.).
This afternoon we (visually impaired son, PJ and I) made our usual trip to a local country park to feed the wild fowl. Sometimes PJ stays in the car, sometimes he gets out. Thanks to a radar key I can park within sight of the lake. Today he got out. He no longer knows what to do with a slice of bread for the ducks - sometimes he eats it, often places it in a very exact position on a picnic table. He found a different use for it today - he cadged a cigarette off a young man and solemnly handed over a slice of bread in payment! The young man tried so hard to light the cigarette for PJ but the coordination needed has long gone. I must say he did look very pleased with himself, going round with a cigarette dangling from his lip again. I did chase after the pair and explain the situation to he chap. I have a feeling he though I might be batty too!
Then PJ decided it was too windy outside so headed back to the car. I stayed with son but watched husbands progress. Halfway there, his trousers fell down. He stood stock still with trousers round his ankles, catheter tubes and frilly disposables all on view. It's surprising how fast I can still move for an old 'un! Got him sorted, safely back in the car then returned to son. No possibility of relaxing though. It was not long before the hazard lights started flashing. So tempting, that big red button. Twice this year I've had to call for help because PJ has been in the car and left the flashers on. Doesn't take long to run down the battery.
A typical day in our household. Have a good weekend everybody.
This afternoon we (visually impaired son, PJ and I) made our usual trip to a local country park to feed the wild fowl. Sometimes PJ stays in the car, sometimes he gets out. Thanks to a radar key I can park within sight of the lake. Today he got out. He no longer knows what to do with a slice of bread for the ducks - sometimes he eats it, often places it in a very exact position on a picnic table. He found a different use for it today - he cadged a cigarette off a young man and solemnly handed over a slice of bread in payment! The young man tried so hard to light the cigarette for PJ but the coordination needed has long gone. I must say he did look very pleased with himself, going round with a cigarette dangling from his lip again. I did chase after the pair and explain the situation to he chap. I have a feeling he though I might be batty too!
Then PJ decided it was too windy outside so headed back to the car. I stayed with son but watched husbands progress. Halfway there, his trousers fell down. He stood stock still with trousers round his ankles, catheter tubes and frilly disposables all on view. It's surprising how fast I can still move for an old 'un! Got him sorted, safely back in the car then returned to son. No possibility of relaxing though. It was not long before the hazard lights started flashing. So tempting, that big red button. Twice this year I've had to call for help because PJ has been in the car and left the flashers on. Doesn't take long to run down the battery.
A typical day in our household. Have a good weekend everybody.
