A cold windy day, more rain expected in the afternoon, but a glimpse of sunshine breaking through cloud cover for a while beforehand. Nearly ten hours in bed, three without sleep. I'm getting used to it, and fall asleep between interruptions unless digestive system discomfort prompts bad dreams keeping me awake for longer. After getting up and taking my blood pressure medication my head felt like I'd been poisoned. It takes an hour to recover. I went for a walk before lunch to clear my head but it didn't work. I have a mild headache, unusual for me. Is this to do with taking different clot dispersal medication in addition to the statin?
The missing specs turned up underfoot when Clare was opening the back door, fortunately unbroken apart from a lens popping out. When I returned home wet yesterday I must have removed my rain coat to hang up to dry in the utility room and dislodged them from the jacket pocket I keep them in when I'm outdoors.
After breakfast the plumber arrived to inspect the bathroom bidet which has developed a persistent leak. It was installed eight years ago and has survived daily use since then. Not bad for a mechanism made from a few plastic components I suppose. Just he rang the door bell, as I was reading the story of God's promise to Noah that the land would not be covered again by a flood. It made me smile.
In Llandaff Fields I noticed nine new saplings, planted recently, compensating for the removal of several decrepit chestnut trees. So glad the City Council is investing in different species better adapted to climate extremes. Good for carbon capture, enhancing biodiversity and beautifying the landscape. I wonder when pieces of two large recently felled trees will be removed?
I slept for three quarters of an hour after lunch and my brain didn't feel quite as intoxicated by the meds. Clare and I went for a brief circuit of Thompson's Park. The wind chilled both of us. Then we went to the Co-op on Cowbridge Road for kefir and fruit juices on our way home for carrot cake and a hot drink.
After supper I started writing this blog post, and for some no reason I can put my finger on began to muse on the correctness of the abbreviation used for 'spectacles'. Is it spec's, with the apostrophe representing the omitted 'tacle', or not? Googling revealed that I'd been using the apostrophe incorrectly since I began wearing prescription glasses over ten years ago. I searched my blog for the incorrect version, about a dozen of them, and changed the postings, including several titles. It was amusing to find a number of those blogs referring to specs lost and found in church contexts - more often than not.
Talking of sight, since the stroke I have had problems noticing, identifying and remembering objects I'm looking for. It has caused me to miss things and have difficulty finding them, especially dark objects in shadow. It's a result of the brain being slower to process optic nerve input and make connections, and there is a small amount of sight loss in the corner of my left eye, plus loss of field of vision in both eyes, I must learn to live with. But there are days of surprise as well as days of confusion when I'm quicker recognising objects and remembering correctly what I've seen. I can't figure out why yet. I wonder if it depends on how much sleep I get?
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