Friday was a busy day. I washed the car, started to charge its battery when I found my master warning light came on. I tried ringing my local garage who said they were booked for weeks ahead and to ring my breakdown service. On ringing them all they did was read my cars manual and offer to tow my car to Loughborough. It was at this point I Googled information on my car and decided to give charging the battery a go. I collected my monthly drugs and walked into the village and to the chippy. I did the final edit of my next collection of poems. There was more research of cottages and apartments in an attempt to organise a family holiday. I briefly tried to sort out the computer speakers before taking my eldest daughter to the chiropodist. By the evening I was very tired and settled into continuing to watch Nominated Survivor. By the time I had taken my night meds I was exhausted and felt that I had done a lot with my day.
Saturday was going to be a busy day I had a largish “to do” list in my head. I needed to be up early as the builder guy who is redoing our front drive and rear patio was due to arrive with samples for the patio walls and paving. However as I getup early and go to the toilet I am in a great deal of pain, like a UTI. Not only that but I am shaky with anxiety. It is clear I am going nowhere today. I cancel going out to meet friends for lunch. My partner goes to the hairdressers and I deal with the builder when he arrives with arms full of building samples. He doesn’t stay long as its obvious that I am not well. I start to drink copious amounts of water and take paracetamol and retreat to the recliner. It is time to do my fortnightly filling of my drugs wallets, which I do more as a distraction. My day then is drinking water and monitoring how I am every time I go to the toilet. Slowly I seem to return to normal. I keep drinking pints of water and taking paracetamol whilst watching rugby and football matches on TV. By the evening it feels like I am functioning better so I draft the blog and continue to watch TV with my feet up. I take my evening meds and go to bed wondering how I will be in the morning, I need to be well enough to pack and prepare for going away for four days. These are not easy days, filled with anxiety and uncertainty, all I can do is progress with caution.
