I believe that I should be awarded the title. I don't feel well. Nothing specific, just off. Sick, tired, achey, hot, cold, snuffley, chronic indigestion and full of feeling sorry for myself.
I am putting all the blame on this wretched disease. It's not that I have been doing too much (really).
It began on Tuesday when dearly beloved came in for lunch. His hospital letter had arrived so he sat and read it while I prepared lunch. Pot of tea, two rounds of sandwiches and crisps. Getting it ready was not really a problem, but as all you lovely people on oxygen know, carrying anything whilst coiling and uncoiling an oxygen pipe is interesting. Four trips from kitchen to living room later I sat down to eat. He didn't bat an eye at my Herculean effort!
Wednesday off to see my rheumy consultant. It was persisting down with rain. Floods on the journey down but there was a disabled space, so my new blue badge got its second trip out. And the spaces are free. So oxy, buggy, raincoat and me go hurtling to the entrance, while himself finishes locking up. Not in there long, just long enough to agree to a Rituximab infusion. This will be after Christmas as dearly beloved has his perineal biopsy for prostate cancer 5th and I need to be the carer. That should be fun.
Thursday back to hospital (9.15 apt) this time to see my lung consultant. He's all for the new arthritis treatment and sends me to get an up to date X ray. Bloods required as well. I have to applaud my hospital for the fantastic way they look after me. At X ray they wheeled out an oxygen cylinder as I was getting a bit low.
So a normal week (not)
Question am I a wuss? Am I poorly or just exhausted?
Sorry have run on a bit. If you managed to get to the end help yourself to a chocolate cup cake.
Love Dozy xxx