I keep on hoping for, but not really expecting, news about whether my PIP has been renewed. Phone call this morning from an official making the final decision ( very kind lady). The questions were about how much I get out on my own. So, how long does my once a day sniff and piddle around the block take? Not me - the dog - no sniggering at the back please. I said about 20 mins, but never in bad weather ( which includes hot, wet, cold or windy) Do I go to the park? No, same route everyday. " You like knitting, do you go to the wool shop?" " How do you get your shopping?" Every answer was "online and delivered". A few more questions like that and I'm afraid I got tearful because there's nothing like getting smacked in the face by suddenly realising how limited your life is.
Next, blood tests are showing my kidney function is not as it should be. So many tests that I've resorted to telling the nurse to aim for the middle of the last bruise because it's hard to get a vein elsewhere. I told the nurse I wasn't going for any more tests until a GP deigned to explain why, and whether it is something or not to bother about. My GP was supposed to call yesterday about it all, but didn't. No call today yet, but they are aware I see the rheumy this afternoon.
That'll be another "aim for the bruise" moment. Meanwhile I'm just #%¥#% with it all. My mouth has recently become so dry that meds stick at the back of my tongue and unless I've had a sip in the last 5-10 mins I go all croaky.
Oh, did I mention a sliver has come off the back of a front tooth? At least that doesn't hurt 😁