Better But Not Right

I keep thinking I’m clear of all the side-effects but then something happens to show me that I’m only operating at about 80 – 90%.

I made a couple of changes to my PC and stupidly screwed myself. My screen-reading software stopped working as I had managed to bugger up the settings that drive the speech synthesizer. Even worse, while I was trying to work out what had gone wrong the PC’s speakers also stopped working so I had a totally silent machine.

I did sort it out given time to reflect but it shouldn’t have happened in the first place had I been up to scratch.

Yesterday morning, Thursday, I walked Ann’s guide dog, Penny, down to the vet’s by nine o’clock and left her there to have a tooth out and carried on to the Village for a haircut afterwards. By the time I got there my legs were pretty stiff so I was glad for that ten-minute sit as my hair was trimmed.

I grabbed a coke in Trios and was ready to walk home when the rain started so, without a second thought, I grabbed a cab. I suspect the weather was just an excuse.

This morning I made my usual trip to Sale for the bank and to buy my fish. I had intended to walk the two miles back but my legs weren’t that good and my concentration wasn’t too great and I had abandoned the idea pretty quickly. I can’t have looked too good as people were rushing up and offering me help and I think I needed it.

I can think things through provided I have a bit of time but I can easily get confused when things come up quickly. For example when I was waiting for a bus home one drew in and I asked the world in general what number it was. Three people replied in slightly different terms and for some reason it took me several seconds to unscramble what they had said.

So, I’m functioning but not as normal.

And on Wednesday I’m back at the Christie for my next treatment. I am dreading it.