Well, the change of medication made no difference to the disturbed sleep nor to the dehydrating effect the medication has on me. Woke up early and lay low as long as I could, the posted the YouTube link to WhatsApp Prayer thread at half past eight.
I drank a liter of water at breakfast time, before my morning dose and heading out to St Catherine's for the Eucharist on a damp dull day. We were today. We chatted over a cuppa afterwards. Clive signed as witness to my signature of the Lasting Power of Attorney document for my sister, which I must now send it back to her, having followed instructions emailed by the Office of Public Guardian last week. I'm not sure how successful I was explaining this to her.
Ann offered me a lift to my lunchtime acupuncture appointment with Peter Butcher. I accepted gratefully as my energy level is low. Then I went to pick up this week's veggie bag from Chapter and returned home for lunch. When Ann dropped me off in Cathedral Road near Parkwood Clinic, I had difficulty identifying the place and walked in the wrong direction on the correct side of the street. Not every house has a visible number plate. The clinic has a large blue sign in the front garden. I must have walked straight past it when I left her car. She spotted my error, parked her car, chased after me and took me where I needed to go. So very kind and thoughtful of her. It's another instance of visual impairment related to my memorised map.
The same thing happened on my way to collect the veg bag. My brain fails to process properly and link what I can see nearby with remembered routines. It's quite disturbing, seeing things and not recognising them. I had such a good memory for navigating places in time past. I have to learn how I can rebuild it, rather than getting lost and needing Google Maps to steer me to my destination. It's much worse when I'm exhausted, and in poor light.
I had a great acupuncture session with Peter. He treated me when I had the anal abscess and the doxazosin was having the same impact on my bodily functions. He explained what he did at each step, which I find most helpful. He found that my kidney function had degraded so they were struggling to cope with their job of filtering blood loaded with different meds. Thankfully I respond well to acupuncture, so I felt better when we parted company, clearer headed and not dragging my feet. We have another session together next Wednesday. I slept in the chair for an hour when I got home. Just what I needed.
I met Clare coming out of Llanfair Road on my way back. She was going into town to buy a new blender as the one we've had for years has given up the ghost. I thought it had blown a fuse, but that was a result of its electric motor burning out. I wonder how long this one will last? It only cost twenty five quid, a lot less than its predecessor a decade ago.
After supper a wrote a Reflection for next Wednesday Morning Prayer about St Hilda and the Synod of Whitby which was more historical than biblical. An unusual departure for me, an interesting challenge. And so to bed, wondering if today's treatment will result in undisturbed sleep free of the distress of coping with a racing heart.
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