Last week I finally made myself visit the nurse for a B.P. check. As anticipated it wasn’t good. I wasn’t surprised. My head has been swimming for days. My thoughts are scattered and incomplete. I begin something and lose my thread part way through. The notion of writing for this or my Tumblr just left me cold.
Tests have been done, weight – lose some, a lot and get on with it NOW.
Blood has been taken for thyroid and diabetes and liver function. I’m not yellow so that’s a start but apparently the medication can impact on liver function and since I have been on it for a year it’s time to have it checked. (I’ll take the dark green with the navy, black and yellow, thanks.)
What do you mean that sounds horrible, it’s my tartan, it’s classy. (Think Black Watch, if you are in to that sort of thing.)
The thing that is worrying me is my lack of clarity of thought, lack of cohesion. I don’t think either of those are really the right words. Here’s where I am – if I could do I stil can, if I’m trying to do something new, it’s a struggle. If I knew it, I still do, if I’m trying to learn – you better make it bite size for me.
I’m not scared. I think fatalistic would be a better word. See, I can get some words sometimes. I can write this now because I just sat down at the keyboard and started, if I had thought about it and then tried to start I would have forgotten the bulk by now. So you’re getting stream of consciousness me. Dear help you.
I am however up in the gadget sphere to the tune of one Kindle. Last Thursday, after I had been to the nurse and got the bad news that the B.P. was boiling away nicely, thank you very much, I texted Hub. I do like my sympathy fresh. And later too. Actually, any time someone wants to give me sympathy, feel free.
That probably isn’t a good thing. I should rise above it like the phoenix, but I shan’t.
Later I got a reply that there would be a treat for me. This is even better. This is the ultimate form of sympathy – pressies.
I got home to find a freshly boxed Kindle.
Nearly died is an understatement. Frankly I had been expecting a strange DVD that Hub was convinced I was desperate to watch and which had barely, if at all, crossed my radar.
Today the new cover arrived. It is red, by the way, not pink as it looks here. Even without the filter it looked pink.
It is my treat to myself for being such a wonderful person.
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