Typo trouble

The sky was overcast, but I woke up after seven and a half hour's sleep, maybe the best I've had in weeks. starting the day feeling less wretched and drowsy than usual. After breakfast Clare went out shopping, and with the house quiet, I wrote a Reflection on Jesus rebuking a demon, and recorded it with Morning Prayer for the week after next. At the moment I feel the need to prepare more in advance as I can't be certain of feeling well enough for working to a short deadline to complete tasks calling for concentration. I stopped and cooked the veg for lunch, roasted the chicken drumsticks I bought yesterday, fried a tofu burger for Clare as she was out shopping and doing battle with rain and strong gusts of wind. After we'd eaten, I continued working on a Morning Prayer video slideshow and then went out for some fresh air. It was still raining and strong gusts of wind made walking precarious and unpleasant controlling a brolly.

I went to the Post Office, determined to cancel my Post Office Money Card, since it was giving me such grief. Although I had card PIN numbers safely stored, the card reader in the Post Office rejected numbers I used. I found this very upsetting, and assumed my account was being blocked because I failed to log into the on-line account for no reason I could understand. When I reached home, I returned to the email reply to the query I had sent to the Post Office Money Card help desk yesterday and called the help line number in the email, still in a state. I was asked for some unique security details to identify myself as the account holder, then received a text message with the given PIN for the card in question. The number was familiar. I'd made a typo without realising entering the number after using the PIN for an extinct card. My attention to detail and concentration on tasks when under pressure is much poorer than it used to be. Is it just mental exhaustion or a lasting effect of the stroke, or the medication? I just don't know, but it's demoralising.

It stopped raining after dark and I went out for some calmer exercise to complete my daily step quota once we'd eaten supper. I had a progress report from Veronica, in good spirits about her knee joint replacement surgery. All the clips binding wounds together for healing have now been removed and physio continues relentlessly. It's good to know that all is going for her as the treatment plan intends. I'm not sure I can say the same. There seem to be a lot of ups and downs on my journey, though I am grateful, despite tiredness, to be walking well, not needing a stick for support, and retaining a good sense of balance despite muscles that lack suppleness and are slow to warm up. Early bed for me tonight.