I warned you I would report on my big expedition to see my favourite band...
After 8 months of going no further than a 3 minute drive to the local superstore, on Monday, I made a 2 1/2 hour journey to Oxford, then caught a bus, spent 3 hours in an overcrowded venue, caught another bus, and slept in a strange bed. All solo, I should add.
It went amazingly well. The gig was fantaastic. And next day, before coming home, I felt well enough to wander around the Radcliffe Camera, the Museum of the History of Science AND Blackwells bookshop. Today, I feel better than I have for many months.
What I learned:
* it was well worth experimenting with my prednisolone dose in the week prior. Even a 1 mg daily variation made a big difference.
* Always check the accessibility of a venue. The O2 Academy at Oxford is atrocious. Me and a friend in a wheelchair could see nothing at all and were stuck underneath the air conditioning. We had to keep our coats on and hoods up all night!
* By golly, it's good to get out.