Thursday and I am awake with coffee by 9 o’clock feeling a little more human than I did yesterday. I get up and get back to having a sensible gut assisting helping of muesli and yoghurt. I’m feeling so much better that I accompany my partner to the post office and the village shop to get some odds and ends of food for tonight’s tea. I’m surprised I am this chipper but maybe over doing it with out realising. Buoyed by my experience I contemplate going out again later but first there is Jumanji to watch. Only after I watched this gamitytosh do I take the car to fill it and check the tyres. Back home I have chicken soup, the traditional “make you better” cure all and begin to draft the blog. I find someone has left a comment which I of course reply to. I can feel my spoon store rapidly decreasing. A friend messaged me earlier in the day and shared that she had managed to walk a mile without needing to rest, which is a big thing for someone battling long COVID, so I take heart that I too will recover in time from my cold.
As I meander through the rest of the day my family are busy doing Christmas jigsaws. This year has been particularly rich in new puzzles. Personally I gave up jigsaws last year when I experienced the revelation that life is too short for jigsaws. However here is the fruits of my families endeavours.
I cruise through the rest of the afternoon by preparing my paper work for tomorrows scan. This is the fifth one I have done so it should go smoothly, getting a parking space is likely to be the trickiest part of the adventure. What I have to remember is that the car park does not take card payments, so I have to make sure I am weighed down with coins. Its the only hospital in the area that has yet to catch up with technology. I cannot help thinking that this lack of techno ability reflects why its CQC rating of “requires improvement” is accurate. Tea time comes around and we are soon all back in the warmth of the lounge doing cyber puzzles, TV quizzes and in my case drafting the blog. There will be a film, warm drinks and an early night for me. I am right, my spoons have run out.
