It’s been an odd weekend, staying home with the energy box turned off. The weather has been pretty good but to be honest I’ve not felt up to much so I had no problem responding to Graham’s urge to stay home working.
I took a mug of tea up to him, huffing and puffing on the stair, being very careful not to spill it. I’m not hasty but I do hate going quite so slow. It’s difficult to concentrate on a silly cup for so long. When I get to the state where I need a stair lift I’m going to demand a high-speed one so’s I can get upstairs before I forget why I wanted to go.
The cough has shifted some, and dried up, mostly, so this morning’s call to the doctor was not entirely filled with moaning and wailing to get his attention.
Not that he seems to need artificial encouragement. He wants to see me first thing tomorrow morning for a physical, and expects to change my medication, not just the antibiotic but also the ACE stuff which he feels may have had the effect of worsening an already existing cough.
I’m hopeful. In fact I’m certain he’ll not let me go until he’s banished the cough for me, and stabilised the heart condition once more, too.
Medical science is a wonderful thing.
Mind you, today in the car park at the Swansea DIY store whence we’d gone to get netting for Dolly’s new catio–we’re calling it an cat-alley-0 because the first stage is just the passage at the side of the house–and again in the car park at Sainsbury’s, I stood in the full sunshine, basking in the warming rays. Another few days of this lovely balmy weather, and the sunshine, will do more good for my cough than any amount of antibiotics.
And, everywhere, daffodils. Every day, more and more. There’s even a six-bloom stand in our wreck of a garden. ”It’s not so much the daffodils,” I said to a groaning Graham. ”It’s the larger point that they signal the end of the real winter. We may have a couple of days of cold and nasties but we can comfort ourselves that it’s a temporary glitch only, and that Spring and Summer are irreversibly on the way.”
