… I’ve managed to go a whole 24 hours without a single disaster. That makes a nice change for recent times doesn’t it?
And I’ve also done 198% of my daily activity too, and that has to be a good thing.
We started off last night as we mean to go on, and that meant an early night. And to guarantee a decent sleep I switched on a “Bulldog Drummond” film. Always does the trick, that does.
A bad attack of cramp at 01:3à wasn’t quite so good, but that’s the kind of thing that happens. Soon back to sleep and right through to the alarm as well.
The morning was quite leisurely and included a shower, and then at 10:30 it was out to the shops.
I’d previously forgotten the Kruidvat – but not this time. They have pick-and-mix sweets and they are all labelled as to their allergy rating. I treated myself to a couple of hundred grams of gelatine-free gooey sweets. And they were delicious.
At Zeeman I bought a black jumper for €7:99. I don’t have enough jumpers back at Granville and another cheap one will do me just fine.
But of all of the shops that I went into (and there were dozens) I couldn’t find a cake tin. I don’t know what’s happening to the world.
Alison turned up and we went for a coffee and a wander around the shops looking for Christmas presents for her entourage. And we called into the Loving Hut for another pile of Vegan cheese and some spray-on vegan cream.
I then took my leave and headed off to the hospital.
A new place to visit. No longer do I go to the Day Centre but to the Haematology unit. And there, the girl fitted the vampire bat to my catheter port and extracted the blood in a matter of seconds.
But the thing there is amazing. They don’t call out your name – your photo appears on the TV screen thing next to the room which you have to visit. That’s new technology!
The good news is that – rather surprisingly – the blood count is UP – from 9.2 to 9.5. And also that the protein loss is DOWN – and that’s even more surprising. Professor Janssens is pleased with me – so back in another 2 months.
Back into town again in the rain where I again met Alison. And we went to la Cucaracha – the Cockroach – the new Mexican restaurant. My taco or tortilla or whatever it was stufffed with spicy mushrooms in tomato sauce with rice was absolutely delicious and I’ll make this at home sometime.
We put the world to rights until her bus came, and then I walked back here, stopping to photograph all of the lights. But the camera on this phone is unfortunately pretty useless.
I’m now going to try for yet another early night. It’s quite cold out and my room isn’t as hot as I would like it.
Curling up under the covers is what’s called for in a situation like this.
You’d love my day. I got to work, was told to drive a route I’d only been on once before. The bus… 8 inches of play in the steering, brakes that were pretty hopeless, very slow acelleratoon and a Speedo that only worked sometimes. Then the error in the second part of the route description that got me hopelessly lost since I was in unfamiliar territory. Thus I dropped everybody off at school one on time but after getting lost on the middle school route I opted to take what I had collected to school and let other routes pick up the remainder.
In the afternoon I had to take a bus with the wonderfully confidence building number thirteen emblazoned on it. That had the most sensitive brakes so far encountered. They were either full on or not in use. There was no gradual braking. It was a very long bus and I’m sure after braking, the back seat passengers would need peeling off the windscreen.
I used to own cars like that too.