… one of those days when absolutely nothing at all newsworthy has happened.
Regular readers of this rubbish will recall that these days, most days are not really newsworthy at all, but today has been the day to cap it all. In fact, before I began to write my notes, I had to think for over half an hour about how to begin, and after that, I reckon that I had lost interest.
Such is the life that I lead these days.
It all went wrong last night, as it happened. I finished writing my notes at about 22:45 but then, to my dismay, I fell asleep at my desk. It was almost an hour later when I awoke, and by the time that I’d taken the stats, done the backing-up and crawled into bed, it was after midnight, and I was still letting it all hang out.
Once in bed, though, I was asleep quite quickly and I remember nothing whatever until the alarm went off at 06:29.
This was another morning when I would quite happily have stayed under the covers and gone back to sleep, but in the end, with an enormous amount of willpower, I heaved myself out of the bed and staggered off into the bathroom. I even managed a shave this morning, in case I meet Emilie the Cute Consultant.
In the kitchen, I made my ginger, honey and hot lemon drink for my medication and then I came back in here to listen to the dictaphone to find out where I’d been during the night. I was taxi-driving again last night. I’d changed my Cortina and I had a Peugeot 505 diesel saloon, but that’s really all that I remember about this dream. I can’t remember anything else.
So here I am, taxiing yet again. I wonder if my subconscious is telling me something. Whatever it is, though, I shan’t be doing it again. Once was enough.
Isabelle the Nurse turned up as usual, and she reminded me to ask them at the dialysis centre if I am fit enough to have the ‘flu jab.
After she left, I made breakfast and read some more of Thomas Codrington’s ROMAN ROADS IN BRITAIN.
Today, we haven’t been anywhere interesting. Just wandering up and down the Fosse Way without any real ad hoc investigation down any kind of side alley.
After breakfast, I came in here to carry on with the next radio programme. By the time that I knocked off to prepare for dialysis, I’d chosen all of the music, edited and remixed it, paired and segued it all. Tomorrow, I’ll start writing the notes and hope that I finish it before the weekend begins.
My cleaner came to sort out my anaesthetic and then, for once, the taxi came early. However, the driver rang the bell and then went back to sit in his car. I had to summon my cleaner to set off after him and bring him back to help me to the car.
For once, we were early at dialysis and I was actually coupled up quickly too. And doesn’t that make a change?
My nurse had asked me to check if I could have the ‘flu jab, so I summoned the doctor to ask him. He confirmed that it would cause no problems.
That was the only interruption that I had. For the rest of the time, I was left alone so I organised my shopping list ready to send off tomorrow morning.
When I was finished, they unplugged me quite quickly too and as the driver was already waiting for me, I ended up being back home fairly early. It was pouring with rain so I was soaked to the skin as my cleaner helped me back to the building.
After she left, I made tea. A leftover curry, of which I left about half. I thought that I was showing signs of regaining my appetite but apparently not. However, I managed to eat all of my fruitcake and chocolate soya dessert.
So now, after a really boring, miserable day, I’m off to bed. I have an appointment at the allergy clinic tomorrow afternoon, which I shan’t enjoy but I have been ordered to attend by the dialysis centre so I have no choice
But before I go to bed, seeing as we have been talking about allergies … "well, one of us has" – ed … at the dialysis centre, they asked me about my penicillin allergy .
"Every time that someone gives me penicillin" I said "it’s as if I’m on fire, burning up from the inside."
"Is it an allergy?" they asked.
"No" I replied. "It’s actually a metaphor."
