Thursday and I wake knowing I have to pack so I take my vitals for the last time for a couple of days and get up for breakfast. So the first part of the day is spent tidying up and packing up. My partner and I are off for a two night break at our favourite Spa. Its a last minute thing. So by lunchtime we are all packed up and my car is loaded. Before we can set off we have to drop my eldest daughter off at the local community hospital for a scan and then we are on our way. Its a bit of a test as last time we were at the SPA we had to abandon it due to my bladder stone problems but now Uluru is no more I am more confident that things will be manageable.
We arrive and pull up in front of reception, I’ve learnt not to drag bags all the way from the car park and let the door attendant do the heavy lifting but I still do my own parking. Check in goes fabulously smoothly and we ae given or magic wrist bands that open everything. Room 33 second floor, main building we are told, just up the stairs. Its a long climb up an old fashioned wide staircase and by the time I am at the top I am knackered. Nice room though even if the view is architecturally mildly industrial. I am tired from the drive so while my partner goes off to indulge I find the sun room and read and rest. The SPA world is one of white fluffy bundles flip flopping from one beauty treatment of activity to another unless one is curled up on a sofa sipping drinks and staring into space.
My partner and I indulge in lemon drizzle cake and I, in a moment of fuck who cares, wash mine down with Prosecco. The evening meal comes around an surprisingly there is sufficient meat and potatoes on the menu to satisfy me. Slogging back up the stairs my partner and I watch the final episode of Freddy Flintoff’s adventure of taking a load of dysfunctional young men to India to play cricket. Its an interesting watch. Night meds and then bed, but not sleep I have a bad night.
Friday and my alarm wakes me up at 7:45. I must have had a really stupid head moment when I set it. I know I struggle to get to sleep in the night and only sink into deep sleep post dawn, so I’ve stupidly sabotaged myself. This is a double whammy as breakfast arrives at 8 o’clock on trays. So breakfast is a slightly bleary eyed affair. While my partner goes for a massage and to cancel mine, I cannot face being handled at the moment, I return to the sun lounge and read for a while. So the morning passes with me reading and my partner going off for treatment and activities. Lunch is a pleasant surprise, once again there is enough meat to satisfy me.
I have a post lunch nap and as my partner goes off to indulge again I get ready to go to the “wellness room”, which of course is a gym. It has a rowing machine, a more up market one than mine, but I cannot just row I have to select a 5000m row. So I get going, to my surprise I get into a rhythm and take only slightly longer to hit 5K.
Post row I meet up with partner and have a snack and then go back to the room where I catch up with the blog, shower and prepare for the nights meal, I’m hoping for more meat. As it turns out I have pasta, not the best choice as it is rather “rustic”. My gut has not been at its best today so after a post dinner coffee I and my partner head for the bar and there I order Armagnacs. I tell myself its a digestive and I am tired of being careful about food and drink. It tastes good and I retreat to the room and draft the blog before taking my night meds and settling down to see how tonight goes. I am hoping a combination of exercise, food and Armagnac does the trick. Normally I would pack the night before leaving but today I can’t be arsed. So good night everyone, see you in the morning.
