If you are anything like me, then Monday arrives and you groan and then start wishing that it was the weekend again. My colleagues and I do it and every week there is always one of us who was sure that Thursday was actually Friday. They are then consoled for the next two days!
But I have been thinking about the weekend more this last week after reading Jane’s post and how much burden I put on myself through all my wild ideas for those two days. I write a list and aim to get so many things done, all the bits that I haven’t crammed in to the week, like laundry and cleaning and blogging and shopping and wrapping presents and cooking. And the weekend can turn in to a bit of a nightmare.
Usually I spend Sunday evening wondering what on earth happened to the weekend!
I am entering this weekend with no firm plans at all. I had had plans to go to see Bugsy Malone with some fellow bloggers but I have cancelled them. The weekend is resting on whether my grandfather remains in hospital or whether he goes home. See, there is a plan (of sorts) to go up to Norwich and clean the house. And I don’t mean just hoover, I mean deep clean it. I am finding the prospect of doing some deep cleaning this weekend quite therapeutic. And if grandad comes home, then I will just see what happens.
Have a wonderful weekend.
Do you have plans and are you like me, and cramming as much as you can into these two days?
Last night I kept the whole house up with my coughing. I tried everything, but as soon as I laid back down in my bed, I coughed and coughed and coughed.
We all watched ‘Diners Drive Ins and Dives’ at 2am and I remained on the sofa sleeping every now and then until 7am.
I’m anxious that I’m due back at work on Monday and have barely left the house for the last couple of weeks. Now I know that my job isn’t physical but it’s a busy job and I like to be on top of things. I don’t want to return and be all flustered.
Today I escaped with the help of dad to Starbucks in Barnes for coffee and cake. It was great to get out for an hour although I felt worn out when I returned home.
My ear is still blocked but I have rested on the sofa instead of in my bed today.
I’m into week two of being ill and I kept putting off changing my bed sheets thinking that I would soon be better and then the germ-ridden sheets could be boil washed and hidden from sight in the laundry cupboard. But I’m still not well and those sheets were beginning to drive me mad. I’m able to get out of my bed for up to an hour a day and sit in the living room and make a little walk to the bottom of the garden. Although i remain awake most of the day despite being weary. This is a bad bug.
Mum changed my bed today. I have clean sheets and a softer duvet spread on. It makes all the difference.
Strange how such small changes can make such a difference.
I am considering throwing away the bedding from the first week and a couple of pairs of pyjamas too. I’m not superstitious but I don’t think I could wear them again.
So. Just as I thought I was getting better, the sore throat, fever and headache turned into a cold and then just as I nearly had that under control, along came an ear infection.
I hear nothing. Not on my left side anyway. It’s all fuzzy and full. Apparently it’s bright red like a traffic light according to the doctor.
Following the doctors this morning I walked (gingerly) the short distance to the chemist not realising that my dad was hollering my name! I hear nothing.
The doctor has signed me off for a week and although it means I won’t be earning this week, it’s the best thing as I have a full week to get better.
I felt poorly on Monday but armed with bottles of juice (which I always turn to whenever I feel a bit ill) struggled through until lunch where I ate a vat of soup and had a colleague make me a hot water bottle. Yep. I keep a hot water bottle in my desk drawer. But by Monday night I knew that I was going to take to my sick bed.
What did I do? Mum took me to the supermarket and we stocked up on bottled water (it’s easier than jugs being brought up and down the stairs), more juice, tissues, ice cream, face wipes, what turned out to be the worst magazine of all time, and more soup. I forgot the Nurofen and nearly cried when there were no painkillers in the house! Since Monday night I’ve been in bed.
Finally My fever has broken and I’m not going through the boiling hot/freezing cold stage anymore which is a wonderful thing. I had some very strange dreams!
I have just had my first shower since Sunday and I’m sitting on the sofa wrapped in a blanket. I’m finally able to get out of bed and sit downstairs. And my head hurts less. I’m finally getting better and I can’t wait until I’m feeling fully better again
Oh, and my biopsy confirmation letter came back today – a fatty lobule. Never have I felt so happy!
So, no gardening post this week and maybe no posts next week either. Just be grateful that I haven’t put up any photos of me in my sick bed!
It’s been one of those weeks. Everything has annoyed me. Small things like the grocery store not having the shopping that I wanted and then big things like the weather stopping me from doing work in the garden and the fact that so much rain has ruined our tomato plants. Now it’s Sunday evening and I haven’t done half of what I had wanted to do, the baking I did was dreadful (no Martha Mondays from me – didn’t know I could burn jam did you?!) and all of it went in the bin. I’m even further behind now. None of it matters of course, its just one of those things when I have a list of things to do and can’t cross them all off and I wonder when I will find time for them all.
We made the trip to Norfolk on Saturday to see my grandfather. It’s six hours of travel for just under two hours spent with him. It’s going to be happening more often. Things aren’t great in that house despite carers going in daily and a cleaner twice a week and a nurse checking on him two times a week too. We wish he was closer. It’s hard to keep an eye on things when he is so far away. I spent most of the two hours cleaning his kitchen and sorting the groceries out. It’s little things that I keep thinking back to – like the half eaten ready meal of roast dinner. He has eaten half on Friday and would have the rest today. He only eats a small bit, but instead of putting the food in the fridge he keeps it in the larder. He must have a very tough stomach. The fact that the chiropodist still hasn’t visited and needs following up on as his toe nails are in a bad way. There’s going to be some juggling to be done.
The list of things to get done at the weekend will also involve a monthly visit to Norfolk. Trying to find the time is going to be my main goal. I need to get my priorities sorted.
The park was especially peaceful and quiet today (except when we were running for the tree above to escape Violet and another dog running around). We both have this thing were we aim to get to the nearest tree and cling to it as soon as Violet and another dog start running around. We have both been knocked over by a running dog and it is very, very painful! Autumn has arrived and the walk with mum and Violet was perfect to help put things into perspective.
After an agonising morning at the hosptial, an examination, ultra sound and biopsy, I was given the ALL CLEAR. The doctor is sure that it isn’t cancer, but the biopsy will confirm everything for certain. I should have the results in the next couple of weeks.
Thank you for your kind thoughts and prayers. They mean so much to me.
These past couple of weeks have been exhausting both mentally and physically. I am going to take a quick break from blogging for a while whilst I gather my strength back up.
Off to celebrate tonight. I’m thinking champagne might be ordered!