Under the weather

Another cold day interspersed with showers and gusts of wind. I woke up to a series of brief WhatsApp messages charting Sara's progress through the night and all day in terrible wet weather - Cardiff, Bristol, Schipol Paris, Gothenburg, with cancellations, delays and long waits  A miserable ending to a delightful weekend. And for Sara, a new job to start tomorrow, exhausted.

Last night I couldn't find the GP's prescription renewal document for meds I will need next week. I don't know where it went after unpacking the parcel containing it two weeks ago. I visited the GP website to request a new prescription, an was greeted by a security alert, as the secure page authorisation had not been updated. I took a screenshot and emailed it to the surgery, but will need to visit the surgery on Monday and ask that a new prescription request be dealt with urgently 

I had quite a good night's sleep, but the poisonous effect of the meds has left me feeling tired and unwell for most of the day. It's so daunting. We walked in the rain to St Catherine's for the Eucharist after breakfast. There were about thirty of us in church. As it's half term, there were no children attending Sunday Club this week.

After lunch I found myself falling asleep at the table, and went to bed for an hour before going out for a walk. I told Kath that I had still not received a bill from TalkTalk. She persuaded Owain to call and help me with an outline draft of a complaint letter for OFCOM, but I couldn't deal with it with a drug dulled brain.

When my mind did clear sufficiently to think and work without making mistakes, I had to focus on next Wednesday's Morning Prayer in case I become too poorly to get any work done. It's Ash Wednesday this week. I recorded and edited the audio I needed, and after supper made the video slideshow for uploading to YouTube. It was a slow process, taking up much of the evening. 

When tidying books and papers on a lounge side table, the missing prescription turned up, in an unexpected pile of stuff. Prescription panic over now, thank heavens! 

I was glad to take refuge in bed early before report of Sara's arrival home made my phone buzz. Peace of mind now.