The 23rd of August.
Sunday rest day. It took me a while to get to sleep last night because I had heartburn, but Gaviscon helped with that. I’m finding that happens more often at the moment so I need to keep an eye on it. This morning was Sunday Brunch while I wrote up yesterday and finished reading the paper. I was appalling at the puzzles.
The athletics world championships has been on today – you can always tell because you can hear Mommy screaming at the TV. I managed to drag her away briefly to wash my hair before we watched the incredibly stressful 100m final. Nobody wanted Gatlin to win because he is a drugs cheat and it would have been terrible for the sport. Thankfully, Bolt won and everyone was delighted.
Since the important races were over, Mommy went to see Grandma and I watched Agent Carter and Nashville while I started having a go at a different style of hat. It looks like I’ll be making a few more foxes too.
The 24th of August.
Argh I am being plagued by indigestion and it’s so frustrating because nothing in my diet has changed. I’m going to have to ask Ram for a replacement for lansoprazole or see if we can up the dose.
I’ve got three orders for fox hats so this morning I made the base of the smallest one and it’s adorable. After lunch, I went to the gym, but two thirds of the way through, I was struck down by indigestion and found it too difficult to continue. Mommy came to pick me up and we went to Boots to look for a remedy as the Gaviscon we have is peppermint flavoured and it hurts my mouth. We now have orange Rennie which is tolerable.
If it isn’t one thing it’s another with my body. I’m getting stronger, but I just can’t have everything be fine. I overheard a guy complaining about his progress, how he’s only able to pull ten kilos more than he could two years ago (presumably something happened) and I felt like saying last year I couldn’t get out of a chair without help so don’t be so hard on yourself. It takes time.