Another day, same crappy shit. Am struggling with the whole 'treading water' thing, which is what every day feels like to me. H gets up and goes off to work, I'm left here, moving incredibly slowly and cautiously from bed to sofa to loo, doing nothing, unable to drive or leave the house, just waiting for the latest summons to the bloody Dark Side.
Frustrating morning, spoke to the other back guy who's based at Mount Alvernia, who can't do my biopsy till next Wed. Jesus, it's the bloody private sector and the guy's going 'I can't get the staff'. I don't mean to sound impatient, but every day just crawls past like this and yet another week before we even do the biopsy to identify for sure what the problem is, is a crap prospect. He said it may not even be infection, could 'just be degenerative'. Well, thanks for that great news, dickwad. That's something that can't be mended, not what anyone would ever want to hear.
Ross popped in to complete the very nice shelves he's whacked up in my office. Now replete with my much loved travel books. I look forward one day to being back in there and enjoying the revamped space, and maybe adding a few more books at some point if I ever get to travel to new places again. Extra pleased we coughed for a very fancy ergonomic office chair, somehow predicted the back issues in advance..
Just had the latest surprise Parkside text – now got to have daily Fragmin injections to ward off blood clots, as I'm not very mobile at the moment. Will pick them up tomorrow – anything we can administer ourselves that doesn't require time on the ward is better than the alternative. Tummy bruises here I come again.
Pam came over to share an early supper with us, as Jude's away for 2 weeks seeing family in South Africa. It's now like cooking meals for adults and a child – they both had the delicious pork chops from the half a pig that we've just bought. I liked the idea of a spot of sizzling pork but then there's the chewy, fibrous bit of it that's just a touch beyond me still, darn shame. So I had the children's meal of mushed up cottage pie, not quite the same…
Heading back to the coot tomorrow, for a whole crazy two nights away this time. Now in bed, with a purring Miss Mojo, here's to a quiet weekend x