Slept in deep dives between interruptions to empty bladder. An overcast and cool day. Morning meds taken on time, then breakfast. The effort was tiring, and I slept in my armchair after eating. Clare went off to her Tuesday study group leaving me on my own in the house, too sleepy to get around to feeling anxious. Woke up at noon.
Gaza cease fire talks continue pressurised by Trump and his team to respond to an outline plan proposed by them. 67,000 deaths in Gaza on this second anniversary of the evil outrageous Hamas attack which started this war.
This day also marks the announcement of an environmental landmark with the generation of energy from wind and solar sources overtaking the use of coal globally. It's thanks to production of solar panels at such a scale that the prices have dropped and become affordable, especially in third world countries, revolutionising their social and economic development. An added bonus is greening of scorched land shaded by horizontally mounted panels enabling it to be productive. A truly virtuous cycle.
I decided to try wearing my denture again. It' a tight fit, but not painfully tight as it was a few days ago when my palate was a little swollen. It makes it easier to speak clearly and smile. My lip doesn't snag on a front tooth when wearing it. I hope I can keep this up without it adding stressful discomfort.
Clare made lunch when she returned home. I was too sleep fogged to contribute. Then I changed into outdoor clothes, ready for a trip to UHW appointment at 3.00pm. It took me ages to get ready as I had to assemble a 'go bag' of essentials plus medications, just in case I am detained unexpectedly. Ann came at 2.15, drove me there and escorted me up to the MSDEC ward. The noise and movement sensations were overwhelming and distracting. Not least because of continued foggy perception. I would have found it distressing to get there on my own. She is such a steady calming presence. What a lovely gift!
My previous outing MSDEC for checks was aborted by the nose bleed crisis. The nurse who took blood, and did BP and ECG readings teased about me being 'trouble' in a kindly way. We laughed together. Then I moved on to a radiologist for an echo cardiogram, with a young Sudanese medic called Hibba, which means special gift, she told me. Like Grace in English. A consultant popped in and said he would be in touch by phone and letter about the treatment plan, which will presumably involve the heart as well as the nose and stroke aftermath.
I was there for over an hour then released to wait in Concourse reception for Ann to pick up and take me home. Mission accomplished. So far so good. I just missed a call from King's Road surgery unable to reach my phone as I didn't take it to the toilet with me. I called back and was asked to book a call tomorrow with Dr Mullaney about medications. I also have to book a blood pressure monitoring session in the surgery. Another of those agonisingly boring 8.00am waits in the phone on-hold queue for a book on the day appointment when you're half asleep.
Owain arrived at supper time to spend a few work-from-home days with us. So good to have him around again. After we'd eaten, both of us sat side by side in arm chairs writing on our Chromebooks while Clare immersed herself in a novel on her Kindle. Despite brain fog and afternoon busyness, I feel I'm starting on the road to recovery and am not yet overtired. Just hope I can cope with the next avalanche of medical info and dates to come. Having to walk in hospital, though not much, did me good. Hopefully I'll sleep tonight
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