On the mend, I think

Under the weather
I am still upset about my car.  It represents the changes in my life, at the moment.  I am annoyed that someone has parked outside my house!  Around this, I feel generally "off colour".  I think it is the steroids.  However, I am going to persist at taking 0.75 mcg.  I don't feel too ill to carry on with it.  Hopefully, my body will start to create the steroids that I need to improve my general well being.  The occasional puffiness of my left eye makes me very tearful.   My Macmillan nurse will come back on Wednesday to check how I am getting on. 

I went for a morning walk
My walking style is that I am looking for somewhere to sit down and have a rest.  I have not sat down at all, but my mind is not walking freely.  I am out of breath when my pace is less than a dawdle.  I walked through Longford Park today, to go to Barbakhan (Polish deli) to pick up a loaf of bread and a packed lunch for Martha.  I forgot that she was going on a trip today to see Jackie Kay (a poet) at the Royal Exchange Theatre.  She really liked her lunch - easy to please, with a ham sandwich, chocolate cake and a smoothie. 

Bed for me.  I just get to sleep and my mobile rings with a call from "Look Good Feel Better".  This is a service from Christie Hospital that I have been told to make the most of.  You go to a make up workshop and get sent home with loads of high brand freebies.  I accepted the appointment for tomorrow, put the phone down, and looked at my diary; I realised that there is no way that I could go - Katy has an asthma appointment tomorrow that we have been waiting for since the Sunflower incident at the end of August.  I have had to decline the appointment, and postpone it.  I am told my appointment will be in the New Year.  Let's wait and see.  I hope to be back in work by then.

I switch my phone off and sleep until 2pm. 

I pick Martha up at 3pm and bravely leave Katy for football club.  She is moving normally when she gets home, so I think her knee is now settling well.  I am keeping up the ibuprofen.  Martha and I have a good evening while Katy is at cubs - Martha writes a poem about a canal (three times spelt cannal (ha ha)) - it is really quite moving.  She then catches up with her news journal.  Every day, she is writing news into her journal.  The school guidance is to do this for a whole month, and she is determined to do a piece a day.  I want her to be less thorough ...


My 40s looking scarf
I have never been good at tying scarves!  Here is the 40s look.  A bit better than yesterday!

Have a good day everyone
lots of love
Sarah xxx