Recovering

For the first time in months I slept most of the night fairly relaxed, undisturbed by my bladder, thanks to the new slow release blood pressure medication. I really needed this respite to help me recover from the stressful impact of dehydration. Hopefully the outcome will be more normal blood pressure with reduced risk of another stroke. I feel like I've been teetering on a tightrope since I returned from hospital with a double dose of hypertension meds along with the rest of the stuff I now have to take.

After breakfast Kath took me through applying for Lasting Power of Attorney with the three children taking responsibility for our affairs if we become unable to. It's a lengthy fiddly process, and I'm glad Kath was here to facilitate it. I doubt I would have been able to do this myself. 

We walked to Victoria Park in sunshine for a coffee before lunch. I volunteered to cook a paella and bought peppers to use on our way home. Kath went out and bought prawns to add to fish pie mix from the freezer and I started on it when we got back. It was slow going, reminding myself of how to do it carrying out preparatory steps and composing a suitably gentle mix of spices, as we'd run out of paella mix. All three of us were pleased with the result, sadly without an accompanying glass of Rioja in my case. It was dark by the time we finished. It was a small  achievement, good for the morale.

I abandoned my daily step quota deciding to spend the rest of the day idleness, to help recover from the past week, physically punishing in its way. We didn't do much for the rest of the evening apart from the girls drinking a bottle of Prosecco snacking on vegan and dairy cheeses. We watched a new episode of Scottish crimmie 'Shetland' and then all retired to bed early.