You can tell its nearly Christmas, so much to do, so little time and no energy at all.
Three weeks ago I ended up at the Out of Hours doctors surgery at the local hospital with a chest infection, was duly given a course of antibiotics and sent home. I did as I was told, plenty of fluids, took all of my medication and waited to get better. Which I thought I had, but in my heart I knew I hadn’t.
On Thursday I woke up feeling like death but chivvied myself to get dressed and get on with the morning, and it was just the tonic I needed to see the girls at knitting. I was still coughing like a good ‘un, whilst making comments of “oh yes it is getting better” and trying not to listen to the comments that came back that I needed to see a doctor.
Thursday evening came, I was exhausted and shivery and on Friday morning my lungs really started to hurt on one side. AT that point I gave in and organised a doctors appointment and a taxi because I realised that I wouldn’t be able to walk that far. My doctor was slightly concerned as she listened to my sticky lungs, gave me a course of antibiotics, instructed me not to take my methotrexate this weekend and has made me promise to go to the out of hours surgery if I’m not improving (at the moment I think I am, although its a fine line) has put me on weekly blood tests and weekly visits to see her until I’m better.
So, if someone could do all of my Christmas shopping, write my cards, make my cake and all of those other things that I was mean’t to get done in the last month that I have been poorly, I’d really appreciate it..
I do hope people understand when they don’t get Christmas cards this year, that I just couldn’t do it. (And there hasn’t been very much Christmas knitting done either!)
And on that note, I’m going back to my bed, wishing for a much better year next year.