DVT DAY 331

Tuesday and I struggle to get out of bed after ten hours of broken sleep. I still feel sore but I have stoped shaking. Just to make the effort I put on trousers and T shirt (tucans) and go down to make an omllette and coffee. I am expecting to be in a one to one meeting but then one to my one to one emails me and cries off due to headache and nausea. I immediately think COVID, well you do don’t you but of course it could be a myriad of things from a night on the piss to bad prawns in the take away. Life and its little hiccups go on despite COVID. So after a few work emails I settle down to review the evidence that has been sent to me prior to a therapeutic community accreditation visit, virtual of course. I spend all morning reviewing evidence from a screen and matching up with several paper sheets to try and get a grip before tomorrows pre visit phone call.

At lunch time I go for a walk in the village with the family, I follow my partner and eldest daughter and listen to them rant. The rule is you can rant on the way out of the house but you have to not rant on the way home. Seems to work for them, I said nothing and surreptitiously slipped away to the post box to send a letter to a friend. Gods knows when it will get there as I got a message to say that a letter sent on the 16th of January has only just arrived.

I put the recycling bins out and contemplate changing into my training gear and rowing. As I get ready I am struck by how crap I feel and that rowing is probabley the last thing I need to be doing. I put on lounge pants and an ice hockey training top and retreat to the lounge for a bit more work and a french football match. I think about having another go at having a row but a friend calls and it is of course far more sensible to talk to a friend and do real world things. I return to the sofa and write a draft of the blog.

It’s an evening of football and Marcello and an edit of the blog. The news is basically a downer and I shall retreat to bed,a book and sleep.