It is the last day of the month in which KS did not die after all. He seems to be feeling better every day. He jokingly refers to himself as Kamalashila 2. He is cheerful, after a period of adjustment to the new conditions. He has had a blood transfusion yesterday and is taking a vast number of drugs every day. A new regime has started. We are on a learning curve to understand the ins and outs of this one. The who is who’s, and when to call which number.
We have done a bit of celebrating this week. First after KS came home from hospital on Monday. Then a few days later when I had managed to shift a number of objects that had been cluttering the flat. My bicycle went to someone who works at the hospital. I was so pleased about that. It had been taped to the wall under the broken coat rack in our hallway since we moved in last December, and I hadn’t been able to part with it. Goodbye.
I removed the old rack and installed a new one, with KS’s voice giving me advice and opinions from where he was sitting in the kitchen. Out of sight. When I put the coats on the new rack, I added Kamalashila’s winter coat that had been hanging forlornly on a hook in the front room. It appears as if he is going to wear it after all. I was glad we hadn’t passed it on already.
It feels great to have more space and fresh energy in the flat. I also took a bag of excess drugs back to the pharmacy. All medications that had been tried and hadn’t worked, or that had become superfluous. Meanwhile, somewhere in one of the cupboards, there is still the bag of end-of-life drugs the palliative care team had ordered for KS. We are not quite sure what to do with these yet. Will they be needed before they go out of date?
