I haven’t blogged for a few days – for reasons that I will come to in a minute – and when I logged on to WordPress I see that it’s all changed. Hmmm…..not sure I like the new layout. In fact, I’m quite sure I don’t like it but hey ho, change is inevitable and I suppose one must roll with it!
Talking of “all change” things have been changing here too. My father-in-law was taken ill on Thursday night and we got a call at about 9.30pm to go and help him. We ended up sending for the doctor, who in turn sent for an ambulance because he suspected he had had a mini stroke. We sat in the hospital from just after midnight until 4.30am before the doctor saw him, and after two ECGs (the first was decidedly dodgy) she decided that yes, he probably had had a stroke. She was a bit alarmed….not surprising since we’d been sitting waiting to see someone for nearly 5 hours in the freezing cold waiting room and he hadn’t had any treatment for it. They tell us don’t they, that when a stroke strikes, speed is of the essence. So why then, when we arrive with blue lights flashing at the hospital, they leave us sat there for that length of time?? That’s the NHS for you.
The change I refer to is that my mother in law has Parkinson’s disease as well as other health problems, and my father in law is her full-time carer. He is 78 and is not in the best of health himself. As you can imagine, this mini stroke on Thursday serves as a warning to us that we have to look after him more and we have to do something about the care arrangements for her. For the first instance we have to change the way we think about parents and their seeming infallibility. Also, we have to change our way of thinking about other members of the family and the roles we all have to play in supporting them. Change is also going to happen when and if this mini stroke turns out to be a precursor to a bigger, more catastrophic one. It’s well documented that mini strokes rarely occur just the once.
More changes to report, a bit more on the brighter side this time. As you will know (if you’ve been following me for a while) I have been unable to take part in my lifelong hobby of playing my cornet in brass bands for the past three years because of ill health and recently I took up the baton and am now a conductor instead of a player. I absolutely love the role of conductor. It has given me a new lease of life, literally.
I have changed my outlook on life; my confidence in public speaking has come on in leaps and bounds; I no longer fear an audience (it used to feel like facing the lions den!)….. the list goes on. Greatest of all the changes is that this year I’ve changed the way I look and feel about Christmas music. Being a bandsman all my life, Christmas is the season where music gets really old really quickly and playing the same dozen or so pieces concert in and concert out is enough to drive a sane person round the twist. But this year, being in the position to choose the concert programme myself, I have found that have really enjoyed playing the Christmas “cheese” and am looking forward to doing a couple of arrangements for next year.
I know that change is to be expected but some changes are more difficult than others aren’t they? We all know that parents and other loved ones are going to develop health problems and will pass on – difficult change to adapt to. Developing a greater appreciation for life and music and love – easy and much more lovelier change to accept.
I know which one I prefer.