Therapalised

Some good things.

Out two days on the trot, all dressed up proper like. While it's made me feel better mentally I'm not sure it's done me good physically. Both excursions resulted in much pain & shortness of breath.

Had blood tests today. Full blood count, sugar & something called bi chemical profile which can apparently yield all sorts of interesting information.

Recieved a call from the hospital asking me to attend an earlier appointment on Monday 5th. They had been asked by my GP to squeeze me in early if a slot became available which is another good thing as it would seem to indicate that they are taking my complaint seriously.

Had a bit of a mooch around my old bit of Beverley Rd which brought back some pleasant & some not so pleasant memories.

Encouraging words from a potential PM.

Attended appointment with PWBS. They have  requested I observe & record the triggers for anxiety over the coming week.

So I shall.

Cuntbunny gave me a good old wallop after my appointment. It's not just the physical aspect of the pain but the stuff that goes with it. Each kick from the twatrabbit triggers a stream of thoughts that tell me I'm stuck with this, that I'm not getting better quickly enough which leads to frustration, worry about not being able to go back to work soon which leads to worry about job security & worry about money which leads to worry about letting people down. All in the space of five minutes while waiting for the bus in the rain on  Beverley Road which more than ever looks like an insane post apocalyptic place. The pubs & shops all empty, churches derelict. KFC seem to be doing well down there though. So not only pain but place & setting had a little hand in that anxious flutter.

Was too tired to be bothered enough to get anxious about anything by the time I got home. I opted for an experimental walk round St Stephens which I should not have done. Body was telling me to go home to rest. Should have listened.

Had a lovely visit from Al & Gareth who delivered Halloween cup cakes they had collaborated on which was lovely.

Tomorrow's aims...

Check bank balances.
Call work.
Carve pumpykins.
Frankenweenie.
A little stitching.
Some meditation.
Look marvelous.