The 25th & 26th; Everything is still such an effort.
The 25th of January. Well, the oxygen idea didn't work, so tonight's plan is to add my third pillow back in because that's also changed. Hopefully I will wake up tomorrow with a tongue that doesn't feel like sandpaper.
Finally got Suzi's parcel sent off this morning, First Class, so that should arrive tomorrow. I also did a blog post and wrapped myself in a blanket because it has been freezing in my house and I cannot cope with it.
I had an email from Superdry saying my jumper was in so after Mommy had taken Grandma to the doctor (she's got antibiotics) and we'd had lunch, we went into town to pick it up.
The chap in the shop actually offered to open it up for me to check the contents and it was the correct thing in the right size, so that was all very pleasing. Last week, they gave me a card that said if I spent £75, I'd get £25 off, but I couldn't find anything else I wanted. There wasn't anything else we needed to do in the area so we came home again! Probably one of the shortest town trips ever.
I called Piccadilly Opticians today to book an eye test. I'm really quite concerned about what seems to be a sudden deterioration of my vision. Thursday afternoon.
The 26th of January.
The extra pillow worked. How weird. Sleeping propped up I breathe better? Might ask Dr. Thompson about this.
I didn't have a good sleep - I woke in the middle of the night having had a dream about getting a spoon stuck in my oesophagus horizontally (impossible I know but dreams aren't logical). I had to work very hard to distract myself from thinking about it to go back to sleep.
Today is my parents' wedding anniversary - 36 years. I came downstairs this morning and saw Daddy's card, which he'd only seen of when he went to write it and found it said Happy Birthday! I can understand his thinking because from the front, it could be an anniversary card. Never mind. I am waiting until he comes home to give them their card.
I got on the scales this morning for the first time in a fortnight. I still weigh myself regularly, I can't let go of it. I was exactly the same as two weeks ago, so my days of birthday excess have had absolutely no effect. That's a good thing, because I'm nowhere near ready to be getting back in the gym yet - I made my own lunch today and was becoming breathless by the time I was plating up. Everything is still such an effort.