The 12th of July.
For obvious reasons, it’s been a recovery day. I got up just after nine and watched Sunday Brunch, finished yesterday’s paper and wrote about the hen, which took much longer than usual as there was so much to say. I also had a look through the photos that the woman took at Pizza Express, need to delete a few as they’re not all worth keeping.
Grandma came after church for lunch, then Daddy took Christine to the station, and we have been watching the Wimbledon final since then – I wanted Federer to win, but oh well.
That is all! Exceedingly quiet.
The 13th of July.
Not the day I had planned! I had a free morning, writing up my blog from the weekend and a planned gym visit in the afternoon. Grandma had a nursing review at half past one, so Mommy was going to take me after that. However, I had a phone call from the QE from a woman in x-ray who was asking if I could come in for an ultrasound at half past one. Of course. I needed to have it done, so I got changed it of my gym clothes and got an Uber car to take me to hospital. It’s handy having one on my road who happened to be free!
I had to self-propel from the car to reception (which was far enough, a plenty decent workout for my arms) – I couldn’t take the new chair as I’m not strong enough to put it up myself yet. A volunteer pushed me to imaging outpatients, and after a few phone calls to find out where I needed to be, I got taken to the right place. I wasn’t waiting long before I was taken in, and as I expected, there’s no clot. She’ll write the report and we’ll see what happens. Then I was taken back to reception where I was picked up by Mommy about five minutes later.
Now we’ve watched two episodes of Cordon which is a) stressful, b) gross and c) addictive. And we’ve got two more to go!