May I bud and never flower

Yesterday’s musical prediction was wrong. It’s been Dark side of the moon all day. I don’t know how many times: such wonderful but familiar music has helped me catch up on missed sleep.

In other news, I weigh 55·3 kg. That’s 122 pounds, or 8 stones 10 pounds, about a stone less than normal for me. My blood pressure is 128/83, which is ok. Being unable to walk 0·2 miles to the GP surgery is not. Again I can’t thank Elly enough for driving me there,

Nesting!

I hadn’t realised how heavy doses of antibiotics can flatten people even further. Today has been typical of this week: I’ve not had sufficient energy to move further from my ‘nest’ in our spare room to the bathroom. Instead I’ve been curled up under a duvet, too de-energised to even get cabin-fever. Continue reading

Infected?

So I’m back home, even more fatigued. I was taken for endoscopy some time on Monday evening, and was back on the ward by 11, I think – I slept through the whole thing. (A local anaesthetic put me right under!) I was woken around midnight for routine blood pressure and temperature checks. I then slept on and off until about 6:30 when the nurses opened the curtains and did the drug rounds. This was followed by breakfast – white toast and jam in my case. Continue reading