The 4th of April.
Oh my God my legs hurt so much. I had my first official session with Danny this afternoon and after what I did yesterday, I’m not sure how capable I’m going to be of walking tomorrow.
Anne-Marie came this morning to flush my line. I also got her to remove the stitch holding the butterfly on the line, so now it sits flatter under a smaller dressing. I was showing her pictures of Lil Bub ’cause she’s never heard of a munchkin cat.
As I said, Danny came this afternoon and we did many things. Squats, rows, sit-ups, dead lifts, curls…so many things. I remembered to stretch afterwards this time so I should (in theory) hurt less tomorrow. Afterwards, I had tuna and rice for lunch, the smell of which woke Oscar up and piqued his interest.
I wrote up some blog posts also, and the rest of my day has been spent catching up on tv and texting Christine.
Driving to Wales and back tomorrow. I’m not sure I’ll be able to get out of the car.
The 5th of April.
I have spent my day sitting down. We left the house at half past nine to go to Wales. So we drove, we stopped for coffee, we drove some more, hit some traffic, stopped again for me to pee. I watched someone fight with the cubicle door (they hadn’t unlocked it properly and couldn’t get out, but thankfully they worked it out before I felt the need to intervene), then we set off again and eventually arrived in Llandudno!
Taid decided we would go to the Groes Inn, where he had plaice, Mommy had duck with rhubarb and gin sauce, and Daddy and I had burgers with onions, cheese and fat chips. Then we were all too full for pudding so we just had coffee.
Taid suggested that we got to Bodnant Gardens to see the daffodils. The sea of flowers was beautiful. When I see things like that, the beginning of a new season, I always wonder if I’ll get to see another one. It’s not the most optimistic of mindsets, but I can’t help it. What if I don’t get another Spring? I don’t know how to make the most of the cherry blossoms.