The Keeper

When he decides it is time to do something, he gets stuck in. And then he keeps on keeping on until it is done.

My hubster is one of those men who works in an office. His days are spent going from meeting to meeting and in between, plowing through the outstanding tasks at his desk. He’s employed a great team to work with, so at least there is a good measure of hilarity in their office banter. But it is a sedentary kind of occupation. Hard for a busy kind of guy.

Before he got saddled with kids and then, a sick wife (thank goodness I am not anymore!) he was all action stations. When we met, he spent most weekends out sailing, at the gym and in his workshop, building stuff.  Fixing things, tootu-ing (that’s kiwi for messing-about-with-intention).

So when my guy is on holidays, the way he winds down is to get busy. Productive. It’s weird, it is like the opposite to the rest of the world, who holiday on sun loungers, sipping cool drinks in the shade. My fella likes to get physical, out in the water or on a DIY project.  If he doesn’t complete something significant during his holidays, he feels like he’s wasted them (I know, right?!).

So, he decided it was time we updated our living room. We inherited a rather loud ‘feature’ wall of tangerine juxtaposed with maroon. I’ve always hated it! Of course, I had decided it was time we updated our living room a week before we moved into the house, eight years ago. But as with most of the practical tasks in this house, nothing happens until the hubster decides.

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And he did! It seemed like we got interrupted in the task constantly, but finally, last night, we finished. The final coat of paint went on the mantel and we were finished!  I can’t even tell you how happy it makes me. I keep standing in the doorway, just gazing at our lovely room.

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That man of mine installed new coving, skirtings and architraves. Built floating shelves, plastered and painted the ceilings and then all the rest, too. He had some help from me, but I was definitely his sidekick. I marvel at his skills. It’s rare, these days, for guys to know how to do all these things. I feel stupendously lucky! He used muscles he rarely uses anymore, and engaged a part of his brain that brings him satisfaction and respite. Sometimes, he groaned when he stretched his office body out at the end of the day. But most of the time, he grinned. He’s got a great grin, my hubster, among other things.

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As one of my friends said “he’s a keeper”!

Here are some more pictures.
Reckon I might keep him on. 😉

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Rehab

I have been having a battle this year.  Increased time in my bed coupled with a strange kind of pelvic/hip/leg pain have meant my mobility is significantly reduced.  Intestinal Dysmotility complicates things further.  You can read about the battle here.  Like most things, I have been tackling it at snail’s pace.  There’s the problem of having a cast-iron appetite (seriously.  I don’t know why that is.  I spend most of every day nauseated but my love for food even surpasses that!) And then there is the issue of dizzyness when I am upright.  I spend my upright time on the essentials related to my kids and family.  It’s exhausting.  Riding my bike, which was possible even last summer, is out of reach for me now.

I saw my local doctor last week.  She was concerned about the way things are. More time in bed means less time weight bearing.  That means lower bone density and muscle wastage, further reducing mobility.  Less time moving means even my significantly reduced food intake, is still providing me with too many calories for my metabolism to burn off.  It’s a travesty that these tapping fingers can’t be my exercise, they work hard enough for all of me!  Except, apparently, that’s not an effective method.  So I need exercise that I can DO, for my whole body.  Recumbent preferably. Designed for me and for my specific needs.  My doctor suggested our local Rehabilitation Trust.

So yesterday I had a brilliant chat with Lynette.  She’s a clinical physiotherapist there.  Next week she is going to meet me in their gymnasium to do an assessment. We are going to come up with a plan.  I am already impressed with her.  I told her I had problems with my autonomic nervous system and she said “hydrotherapy might not be an option for you then.  Is temperature an issue?”  Oh my!  I love a professional who knows about the autonomic nervous system!

I’m cautiously optimistic!  Watch this space.  🙂

I thought it would be cute to put Amy Winehouse’s ‘Tryin’ to make me go to Rehab” song on this post. So I searched You Tube.  And this band Rehab popped up.  I clicked on a few of their songs and I was struck by the amazing variations of their lead singer’s voice, he can go from gravelly jazz tones right into sweet angel.  What a beautiful voice. The lyrics are all about drug and alcohol addiction.  Mercifully, drugs and alcohol aren’t my problem.  But listening to this song reminded me of times in my life when I have been dealing with addiction in people I love.  It’s a brilliant song.  So even though it’s got nothing to do with the type of rehab I’ve been talking about, I’m posting it.  I am a big believer that I should pay attention to what ‘pops up’ in my life.  So maybe, this song is for you or someone you love.
A little bit of random musical kismet.

Rehab:  I Can’t Catch Up To You.