… well my ‘chesty’ thing did not settle or improve very much so I was press ganged into staying to see dr when I went for my INR and sure enough I came way with a script for amoxicillin!!!
Dr did not actually say that I had a chest infection but that “because I am walking a medical tight rope” it would not hurt….I am still doggedly determined that its viral but am doing as I am told and swigging back the pills as dr ordered!!!!!
Sure a good gin or two would be more beneficial!!!!!
Have to admit that this ‘bug’ has been nasty- rendering me more tired, puffy and reluctant to do much at all.
David is currently in Belgium, throwing himself down steep hills on his longboard. I am reassured that the maximum speed possible is only 40-45mph!!!!
My friends are all keeping in touch and looking after me in his absence.
Evan is still not home yet,I miss him terribly and really look forward to my visits with him, especially watching him devour my pizza. When he does come home, I will arrange to have a lovely juicy fillet of beef with all the roast trimmings and his favourite -Yorks’ pud.
David and I are escaping the mess at home (building work) to celebrate our wedding anniversary a few days early, next weekend. Going back to Browns’ b&b- a big old bath so guess where I’ll be most of the time!!!!!
I am hoping that this hefty thing hasn’t put me on another step down on my ‘journey’ doing less and less is sooooo frustrating, not just the physical aspect but the feeling of ‘cannot be bothered’- NOT me at all. I keep sitting here thinking about what everyone else is doing -living.
I dread the thought of this operation but at the moment cannot hide from the reality of it, knowing that it is my only chance of being allowed to live again.
As if all of this not enough, I discovered this week that because one government agency failed to update another I am now looking at a HUGE tax bill for my ESA -new incapacity benefit. I think I pay more tax now than when I worked!!! I feel utterly robbed through someone else’s error and cannot do anything but pay or ‘go to jail’
Well, now I DO need a gin-but couldn’t afford one if I was allowed!!!!!
Spleen not quite vented, I guess as ‘drowning my sorrows’ is out of the question a good scream would have to suffice….except that I cannot climb a mountain in order to do it!! Haha.
