Ann in the wars - again

Ann injured again

What started as a week of hope for me with my new injections for the dermatitis turned into a week of pain for Ann, when she tripped over in the kitchen and fell full-length onto her nose. The quantity of blood was like a slaughterhouse, with puddles running down the hall and up the walls. I settled Ann as best we could on a chair, with copious tissues to catch the bloody downpour, and texted MA then Edwin who said "We're coming over!"

We stemmed the blood flow from the nose eventually, though a nasty cut over the nose continued to bleed for some time. Ann took some sips of water, and I mopped up much of the blood and washed down the walls. When the boys arrived, we managed to half-carry Ann onto the settee with a pile of cushions propping her up. We dressed the cut, though it was some time in stopping bleeding, mainly because of the anticoagulants and the rapid swelling of the nose, the pain from which prevented more than a light dressing. We gave her a sweet cup of tea and a brandy - the first alcohol she has taken since going onto her new tablets over three weeks ago - and co-codamol to ease the pain. The nose is terribly swollen, yet squashed, and already the signs are appearing for two real shiners. I eventually took Ann up to bed, leaving the boys to finish clearing the mess. She did not sleep well, partly from the pain but also because of a urine infection she's developed, with blood in the urine, for which she's taking antibiotics. 

The dreaded rash on my arms

Altogether, Ann is having a succession of bad weeks although there have been some good spots. The first injections for my skin arrived by courier for storage in the fridge. They are extremely expensive and only prescribed as a last resort, so if they don't work there is nothing else. I had to self-administer two the first time, and one every fortnight thereafter, but they are easy to use. The syringe is pressed against my abdomen, I press the trigger, and a yellow flag slowly covers a window as the viscous fluid flows in. That was on Tuesday, but sadly no benefit yet, although I may be a little impatient. 

Yesterday we met Rae and Malcolm and Robin and Yvonne for lunch at the Cock, a newly opened restaurant in Clare. At the end of the month, we have two nights booked to visit Birmingham, which we always enjoy. Hopefully Ann's good looks will be restored by then, and she will not look like the loser in a prize boxing match.