Thursday has come and gone and little of it remains in my head, beyond it being warm and sunny. My partner and eldest daughter finally decided to go see my youngest grandson on his birthday over the weekend down in the forest of Dean. At some point in the later afternoon my partner and I go to the garage and check the car tyres and fill the tank in readiness for tomorrows journey. While in the garage I grab a couple of bottles of Lucozade as I have discovered that it goes down well and provides me with a different taste from hot water. In the evening the family eat together and the either watch SWAT or pack for tomorrows journey. I am not going to be traveling as I still feel vulnerable and shaky. My gut is giving me trouble and I cannot face a longish car ride, I just feel I need time to settle properly after my operation, I am also very aware that this coming Monday is Jab Monday and therefore at the end of my cycle which can be tricky, so over the weekend I will be taking prophylactic paracetamol to counter the after effects of the Monday injection. On top of that the Landscapers are retuning on Monday to install the new front gates and treat the new back gate and patio hand rail. So on balance I thought it best to stay at home and let my partner and eldest daughter go and enjoy the grandsons first birthday celebrations. At the end of the evening I take my night meds minus the Hiprex that I have decided not to take for a trail period to try and settle the disruption to my gut. It may well be that I am just anxious but I have the definite sense that since taking the Hiprex that my gut and shakiness has been worse.
Friday and I wake to find my household getting ready to travel to see the youngest grandson for his first birthday. I am slow to get up and measure my vitals, which were okay, before getting up. I wave the household off and then make myself breakfast and settle down to a quiet day. I shower and don a kimono before setting Daisy dishwasher going and settling down to watch the Post Office Enquiry, where it is clear that Jo Swinton the Minister was just plain lied to by the Post Office and one of her senior civil servants. Lunch comes and goes and the next CEO of Royal Mail gets grilled at the enquiry at which point I start to draft the blog. I thought I would feel okay on my own and in general I am but today I just feel generally under the weather, so I am going to have a slow and gentle day and rest as much as I can. As I draft the blog the name of the magazine of Private Eye keeps coming up as prompting the executives of Royal Mail to see the unsafe convictions of sub post masters as a risk issue.
The enquiry comes to an end for the day and I slide into the evening. I’ve had enough of the enquiry and TV so settle on reading for a while before making my evening meal. Its been a hot day and I think about some time on the patio but continue to read and potter my evening away till its time take my evening meds and checking the house is secure go to bed.
