Monday and its a relatively early start as I am of to the dentist for an emergency filling at 9:45 before I can get on with the rest of my planned day. Of course one has to shower before a dentist appointment and foregoes breakfast to forego the embarrassment of the dentist tutting at food between the teeth even though they have been brush and mouth washed . I check the appointment time with the receptionist before starting my preparations including morning meds.
On the dot of 9:45 I am in the dentist reception area where I play with my phone till called in. My dentist is vey good and is into doing the work straight away and explaining what has been lost, what has failed and what the options are. We agree a temporary filling for today and a think about crowning the tooth. By the time the temporary filling is done I have had my think and book an appointment in the new year to have the offending tooth crowned. My dead sisters Christmas present to me.
Once home I pack for my trip to York. The garden guy arrives so I spend time listening to him and telling him what needs doing, before taking the opportunity to fill the squirrel feeder. I have no cash so at lunchtime I and my partner walk to the village co-op only to find that the cash machine had run out of cash. Once home I do the final checks on myself and the packing and then head off to York. The drive is reasonably good with one comfort stop and the taking on board of a baguette to fuel me. At no time did I use the SatNav, I know this journey well now. On arrival at the hotel I automatically tapped in my car registration and then signed in. My room is okay and I settle in, making the usual “I have arrived” messages, then draft the start of the blog before getting on with having a nap. So far today the spoon expenditure has been high so I need to recoup some spoons for the evening.
At 18:45 I pick my friend up and return to the hotel to have a meal. Normally it would have been a restaurant but my friend is still fighting hard against the fatigue of long COVID. We dine and chat but by half past nine it is clear that my friend is very tired so I take her home and return to the hotel to watch the end of the England v North Macedonia with a large black coffee. Its a disappointing draw, so I return to my room and daft the blog while watching the news. It’s been a long day but strangely I do not feel as tired as I expected to be, I am taken aback by my friends fatigue and it brings home to me how lucky I am to have good days and to be able to fight the way I can. I take my night meds and read until I settle down in this strange bed to sleep.
