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
