Shattered And Lost

It’s Sunday evening and I’m feeling quite good.

Over the last couple of days I’ve cut right back on pain-killers which is a step forward but I do still get very tired at times.

On Friday I caught the bus into Sale, did my shopping and caught the bus back and I wasn’t too bad afterwards but then I think I fouled up Saturday by drinking too much on Friday night. Ann said I got quite weepy but I don’t remember a thing about it. What I do know is that on Saturday I felt shattered and, like a fool, tried to ignore it. I pushed the Hoover round and then set off on the mile-long walk to the shops feeling worse with every step. I actually got lost though as it turned out I was only about ten yards from where I thought I ought to be.

I did my shopping and called in to the café for a coke and a rest and then realised there was no way I could walk home so called a cab.

I was shattered for the rest of the day which was bad as my son, Ian, and his family turned up as did Ann’s friend Jill’s son, his partner and her daughter. Jill has been staying with us for nearly three weeks and yesterday was her last day. Adam and Eva had come to take her home.

She has been both great fun and a huge practical help these last few weeks but it is nice to have the place to ourselves again.

Anyway I have learnt my lesson and drank very little last night so today has been much better.