The 21st of May.
Well my day was better than I anticipated. I had to get up at quarter past six to be at the QE for my of function test at quarter past eight, so that was not particularly enjoyable, but after that, it got better. I had coffee and did my tests, the results of which were, pleasingly, better than last time. I did hope that would be the case, considering back in.February, I was still very much getting over the flu. Drl Thompson asked what I do in the gym, so I showed him the last I keep in the app, and he was surprised. I believe he described it as “proper”.
I was all done by half past nine, but I wasn’t due up on 621 for ECP until 11:30, so I gave them a ring and they had a free machine so I was able to be done early! So we left around lunchtime and went to the Bullring, as Digbeth Dining Club are doing a collaboration with Selfridges, so I had a salame, provolone and preserved artichoke calzoni, then I got a new spiral crochet notebook and a salted caramel cookie.
This afternoon, I’ve been finishing off all the parts of mini Frankie, so I’ll hopefully put her together tonight.
The 22nd of May.
I am pretty sure I’m coming down with something – possibly what Mommy’s had, but I think it’s more a variation on that. I’m not sleeping well, feeling generally a bit pants and overly-sensitive, in a weirdly physical sense. I had ECP again this morning, and I was glad we got there early, as the machine hadn’t even been primed yet so God knows what time I might have got started. That all ticked along quite nicely, and Igor came to see me about my blood pressure. I’ve got a new drug to try, so we’ll see if/how much my feet swell up. He had Julie take some blood cultures, so they’ll show us if I need antibiotics. I probably won’t, I’m just hoping it’s a virus that goes away without getting much worse.
We went back to Selfridges after it was over as Andy’s Low ‘n’ Slow was there, and I wanted some pulled pork. I also got a couple of boxes to post crocheted stuff in, and we got an anniversary card for Peter and Sophie. Since getting home, I’ve changed into poorly-person clothes and am basically feeling pretty pathetic.