Today was a different day. My friend Jean and I went to a nearby town to an appointment, and then out to coffee at a place I hadn't been for over 4 years, and it was somewhere she had never visited before. So that was good. Change is good. We had a great time looking at upmarket shop windows! And getting out of this house was wonderful.
I cannot begin to describe how tired I get after a short walk, or how uncomfortable I am either. This is not pain in the head. It is very definitely in the leg. And there are moments when I hobble and gasp out loud. This is real.
Anyway. Once I was home, I flopped, and then Judy, who runs our housegroup with her husband, called round with flowers and a cake and card from the housegroup friends, and stayed to chat. That was a lovely surprise. More calls from friends, and I made the apple cake, and here I am.
I saw the GP yesterday, and she was wonderful. She didn't rush me, and we talked for a long time. She also recognised that the hospital thing is all mixed up with Geoff too - I am not going into that now, though, and that the strain on me is immense. So she is making some calls for me. I came home, and fell asleep on the couch and woke at 1am. It was a tough day.
But here I am, apple cake at the ready. Coffee too. Today was good. And I cannot begin to tell you what a relief it was to plonk the leg under the water in the bath for the first time in 2 weeks. I am easily pleased!