On Virtual Ward and in range of GP surgery again

I slept quite well apart from needing to empty bowels and bladder in the early hours. No added impact this time, speedy heart rate settled down as sleep returned. Got up and took meds at nine before breakfast. 

Checked in with MSDEC at UHW. Booked in there for a cardio scan and bloods tomorrow afternoon. Ivana, one of our GP's medication nurses called to brief me about expiring and new medication dosages. I have arranged to visit surgery for blood pressure checks. I found from previous experience this is stressful and worrying, which puts up the pressure even higher. The nurse was kindly sympathetic. Good to have some sense of order after the nose surgery. The nostril wounds seem to be behaving now, a little leaky but nothing to worry about. 

Minced lamb stew again for lunch with mashed potatoes and chard. Comfort food. Reassuring. Routine. 

After a siesta, Marc came around to check us out, then so did Ann. It was very timely as She was able to help us out with lifts to and from UHW tomorrow. And she's doing some food shopping for u, bless her. 

After they both left, Clare and I went out for a walk to Thompson's Park. I found the noise and movement of traffic hard to deal with getting there, but the quietness of the park was soothing. A large tree branch has blown down and smashed through the iron railings. It's already been stripped to the bare trunk, pending a decision, I guess, about what to do with it next. It's quite a while since I had the impulse to take a photo.

I'm walking slowly and tentatively to avoid stumbles. I don't get short of breath, but feel the need to breathe a bit deeper as the effort of walking is slightly tiring. I sense my weakness and need to pay attention to movement and balance to retain control. No room for distraction here! 

I took a selfie of us on a park bench. 

There's congealed blood in my moustache but l'm still leaking and don't want to deal with it properly until it stops. I feel self conscious without my dentures, as I did before a camera at ten years old, my weak lips covering broken front teeth. 

Back home then for five o'clock pills, and catch-up, ordering the recollections of the day, realising how much better recovering out of hospital, close to nature and the everyday rhythm of life. After supper we sat quietly together in the lounge, had a cheery call from Rachel, took all the necessary pills at ten and went to bed.