Common Circus Belmont

Yesterday I had a flu shot administered by a medical student under the expert instructions of my GP. We all survived, I still have my arm, though it is a tad sore at the site which is usual.

The student was male which was unusual as we get a lot of female med students and he did an excellent job for a first injection!

I felt in need of a coffee as I always do if I am in the vicinity of Common Circus, the wonderful homewares and coffee shop opposite Belmont Lake.

I have been coming here since I moved into my home in 2015 and really love sitting at the large communal monk’s style table. I blog my memoirs, surreptitiously people and baby watch and chat to people from all walks of life as well as these days assess who is a tourist.

I remember the first time in 2016 when I was asked if I was a local! By a tourist. It was incredible and I felt really proud of my beautiful region. Then I chatted about Words With Friends and other things and yesterday I observed a lovely interaction with some young mums at the table.

One mum had a newborn in a sling which the other mum nursed for her. Her little toddler was hidden by the plants in the middle of the table so I could not see what he was doing. He was very quiet.

I asked if it was okay to take photos for my blog. Assured them it was anonymous and covered women’s health etc and coffee shop reviews! They liked that I think though the gorgeous young mum was concerned she looked awful as was sleep deprived and had no make up on.

You can judge for yourself from the photos below. There were lots of people coming and going. Business types in suits getting their take away coffees. Older people reading newspapers while they savoured theirs. And then the younger ones perched on the stools looking towards the lake.

There is a lovely outdoor area with a communal table and the staff is always perky. And not as a result of the coffee. They are naturally inclined that way! And. They know the names of most of their regulars!

I highly recommend this place, not least for the service they provide but for the way they make use of recycled paper boxes and napkins and cups instead of plates and cups and saucers. Their coffee and food is unparalleled too.

The decor is gorgeous with patchwork panelling and colourful coffee machines. Currently pink. Used to be aqua. I prefer the aqua but that is just my taste and the pink does not nauseate me as it may some people I know. Think fifties kitchens. Pretty.

Five star review. Excellent and has remained so, even improved if that is possible.

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Too Many What If’s

My mum and her dog last time we visited in 2010 before dad’s stroke in 2012. I can see here she was frightened, bewidered. But I did not know she had dementia or was being mistreated because nobody up here told me until it was too late to help her.

One of the reasons I had my Ostomy surgery was so that I  could come and stay and help out. If only I had not delayed the surgery for so long. If only I had left my then husband sooner. If only I had known then what I know now. Too many what ifs.

But when I did know I did something. And the timing was amazing. It is what we do with what we have or find ourselves dealing with that counts.

It’s Also About Life

During the last week of March in 2017 dad’s pain was shocking. He had phoned me repeatedly daily, crying. Friends who had demented parents on Facebook were telling me that his reality is different. Others like the lovely Janice knew my dad through my posts and just knew he was in agony. I had told the staff many many times I felt he was in pain from his metastatic cancer. So had the Hammond Care Team (DBMAS) and Morag the team leader who came out to see him after I spoke to them in despair about his behaviours the previous year.

So fortunately did the new NUM. He phoned to apologise after we were told by an RN that dad had not got out of bed after crying the day before. He was crying and crying in pain. My son and I were feeling angry, upset, horrified and powerless. So we got in a taxi and went straight to dad. When we got there he was approaching the dining room from his bedroom. It was a hot day and he had on cord pants, two woollen sweaters and one of his lovely Irish tweed jackets. On his head he had a thick woollen beanie I had knitted him. He was totally out of it, as white as a sheet and was unaware of his surroundings.

The ladies were very worried, especially Betty the non verbal lady, who always sat closest to his room, as he always stopped and asked her if she was okay, did she need anything? The other lady who was really upset was the food prep lady. They all loved dad and knew he never ever stayed in bed unless he was in pain. It is totally against his Irish work ethos to laze around anywhere in the daytime. Indeed when I was younger my mum would save a lot of her housework for the weekends so as not to feel lazy around him!

It took about forty minutes to get dad zoned back into why we were there. My son went down to Kmart to get him some computer stuff and I stayed and soothed dad until he was back to a semblance of normality. He said he had not wanted to worry us.

We were so exhausted after settling dad and from the emotional impact of seeing him so weak that we also got a taxi home. Over $120 in taxis that day but it could not be helped. When safely home with a cup of tea I emailed the NUM and we chatted the next day. He apologised that dad’s pain had not been correctly charted over the weekend and he said it’s not good enough. He contacted the GP who was against Mater Palliative Care being called but the NUM insisted and said I had been after that, as his Person Responsible, for some time.

A week or so later the Team from Mater had been out, dad had a Morphine Patch on for pain and Respiradone for the anxiety and fear that was keeping him up at night. Dad is not silly, he knows. And was frightened of the pain meaning he was going to die soon. Whereas the Palliative Care Team is also about life, and living it well until the end. It has been a year this week since dad started the patches and he is a different man. He now needs it boosting with Panadol, which I had to suggest and insist upon, but his endurance is incredible and a testament to his strength of character.

I have always been proud of so very many aspects of dad’s life, and maybe the way he is approaching his death may yet be the thing I will be most proud of.

 

 

 

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