Friday, jab Friday to be precise, how quickly they come round. I wake up and know I have a trip to the GPs this morning so I do my vitals to see how the arithmetic is. To my surprise it is not as good as usual as my first reading of my blood pressure is up over my usual range. I decide to let myself calm down, listen to Alexa play me meditation music, eat the toast and hot water my partner brings me and then repeat my measurements a couple of times more. They eventually settle back into their usual range at which point I get up and dress. Having got myself ready I prepare for the walk to the GPs and as my partner is at home today I ask her to accompany me. I’m not feeling that confident today. So we stroll to the GPs and I book in. The nurse notices immediately that I am not my usual chipper self and offers encouragement as she vampires me for my required two vials of blood. I say farewell and my partner and I return home, picking up paper on the way.
The builder badgers are working on the raised bed at the end of the garden, and my partner and I go and sit on the swing seat to have a drink and reflect on how the garden is beginning to look. Its a sunny day and I look forward to when I can go and tinker with mother nature in my on little patch of her. After a while I return in side and complete todays cross words, I’m still on form although Damask Rose threw me for a while. As I complete the puzzles the post arrives and in it a lovely long letter from my friend in Scotland who has now got a new printer but whose speech software has ben upgrade and is now doing some funny things. The letter is a delight and brightens my morning no end. It is a very welcome distraction from the now long wait for my blood results to come through on the Patient Knows Best application around midnight.
Now days I tend to start the blog earlier in the day to try and avoid the late night tiredness that often accompanies it, so as the morning moves on I start to draft the blog. I decide its time for a new picture of Rocket to head the page. My internalised Rocket which I use to fight needs an injection of newness and energy. It reflects how I am feeling about things at the moment, in need of fresh energy and a bit more get up and go in the face of my fatigue and more Eeyore moments. I realise as I write this that my new daily food/ activity/and hematuria journal is a fluffy Eeyore book that I had stored away and chose to use at this time. I love the way the unconscious works.
By lunchtime I am feeling tired and as my partner has gone to the physio and the hairdresser this afternoon I prepare lunch and then give myself an afternoon of reading. It feels that today is a waiting day, waiting for blood results, waiting for the Americans to get going on my books and waiting, as it turns out, for the electrician to turn up to finish his work on the new patio.
As it turns out the electrician does not arrive but will arrive tomorrow morning, which goes to show electricians will come out at the weekend. After an evening of rugby and Have I Got News For You I Am idling away time when out of the blue the first draft of Herod’s Children Crumulent Collection arrives. I have a quick look and it is obvious that there is a lot missing and the tenses are wrong in the introduction. I’m too tired to do the work tonight so I download it to work on tomorrow. Its 11 o’clock and I have taken my night meds, my intention was to stay up until my blood results are posted but I’m far too tired to do that so I’m off to bed hoping to sleep. I keep hoping that at any moment I Am going to feel better but it has yet to materialise.
