Lovely day today, sunny and pleasantly warm with a nice breeze to dry the washing. Still no rain - although, actually, we did have a few spots the day before yesterday, and I do mean literally just a few spots over the course of about 20 seconds, and then it was gone again, with no sign that it had happened at all. Another nice week forecast, at least it's not blisteringly hot although will apparently be very warm tomorrow and Monday.
Having said we had no medical appointments on the calendar for this week or next, a rarity, we did end up having 2 GP appointments - well, husband did, which I obviously accompanied him to. Just as well I did. I've noticed husband's losing his balance and stumbling around even more than usual lately, so mentioned it to the GP, who was a locum we've not seen before and therefore knew nothing about husband's medical history. Despite having it on the screen in front of him, he kept asking husband to elaborate on his conditions and medications, which husband was unable to do so I had to answer for him. He checked husband's BP which was very low, which I'd guessed was probably the reason for his unsteadiness. He suggested halving the dose of one of husband's meds, an ACE inhibitor, then doing a week of BP readings at home and taking them in to the surgery, marked for the GP's urgent attention. I'm always a bit anxious when one of the GPs suggests altering husband's meds - GPs aren't cardiac specialists. When you have heart failure you're on a lot of medication, which is all prescribed and finely tuned by the cardiologist. Lowering one of his BP meds could possibly have ramifications for the control of his heart failure, so it's a bit like walking a tightrope. I shall have to watch husband (even more) closely for the next week or 2, if there are any changes or worries I'll have to ask the GP to discuss things with husband's cardio team, or possibly even refer him back there (he was discharged from cardiology back to the care of the GP over a year ago). Meanwhile, he's being referred to physio for his back problems, and of course we're still awaiting the results of his brain scan and the further in-depth tests appointment for the possible dementia. If it's not one thing it's another.
My worry about husband's balance issues is that he'll end up hurting one of us - he's always stumbling and knocking into the dog, or a doorway or chair, or me - he's almost sent me flying a couple of times, if I hadn't grabbed the doorframe or table for support I'd have been on the floor. Neither of us wants broken bones at our ages. I have suggested that he think about using a cane or even a walking frame, but he absolutely won't hear of it. Totally stubborn as always, he just won't be told. Well if I end up on the floor with a broken hip or collarbone, and thus obviously unable to do anything around the house for a few weeks, then he'll only have himself to blame.
Podding the last of the overgrown French beans took ages, they're nowhere near as easy to pod as peas, in fact my fingers were sore after an hour. Still, it yielded a small panful of beans, half of which looked like flageolets, the older ones more like haricot beans. I boiled them up, cooled and then froze them, enough for about 5 or 6 meals altogether, so worth doing I suppose. I shall be roasting another trayful of courgettes tomorrow, making another panful of tomato pasta sauce and boiling or roasting a load of beetroots. Still a load of carrots in one of the raised beds but at least they don't have to be pulled all at once, just when we need them. We have tons of little yellow cherry toms, which aren't all that tasty to be honest. There's also still 4 or 5 bags of potatoes to be harvested. We've got probably a couple of dozen mini (torpedoes!) cucumbers and a couple of courgettes that were hiding and are now marrows - neither of us is very keen on marrow - so will be taking a bagful of produce to the zoo tomorrow.
I've finished the first sleeve of my cardi and have just started on the second one, it's easier to crochet now that the weather's not so blisteringly hot.