Today I am going to use my time wisely, and am going to blog about it at the same time. That way I will end the day with a list of jobs I have done and will also be able to get three or four blog posts out of it.
At 3 am I woke to the sound of swearing and argument. I’d fallen asleep in my chair with the TV on and Gordon Ramsay was offering foul-mouthed advice to an American restaurant that needed turning round in 24 hours. I don’t watch the programme when I’m awake. If I need cursing, conflict and criticism I can get all that at home without having to watch a celebrity chef behaving badly.
You can’t deny that he works hard, contributes to charity and is very successful. But he doesn’t present himself well and he did, let’s be honest, run off to Cornwall when we had to go into lockdown, despite the government guidelines telling us not to leave home.
At 4.59 and 7.46 I woke again. My prostate is playing up again. I’m hoping that it corrects itself as the thought of an examination is actually worse than getting up during the night.
I decided not to go for my regular blood test today. I will go tomorrow before work as I like to be there before 8.30 when it opens – you can’t always get a parking space if you get down later.
The Methotrexate seems to be working for the arthritis and I actually got my trousers on this morning and didn’t even think about it until I typed this sentence. The side effects seem to have gone away. Apart from the bent fingers the only noticeable sign of arthritis is that the little finger of my left hand is stuck out and one of the joints in it is rather stiff. Considering that in March my hands were unusable and I could barely dress myself, this is a good result. I f it means I have a finger like an elitist tea drinker.
I have now checked my messages, read a few links and written 400words. It is 9.16 so I will add photos and post this before making breakfast. (Later – it is now 9.26 after loading a photograph and doing a touch of editing.)
I really ought to take pictures specifically to go with this, but will re-use one of the garden poppies. For one thing, it is a dull day, and for another, I am lazy. I am also adding a layer of complexity to the task by typing without glasses, so will get them while I am up.
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I enjoyed the bee in the poppy photo, and am glad to hear your arthritis is improving, even if other systems are having difficulties.
Life is pretty good at the moment. As long as my hands work nothing else is too bad.
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I am really happy that the methotrexate is working. It worked so well for me that i would feel bad if it didn’t work for you.
Thank you. It was you and Clare telling me that it worked that kept me going as it seemed to be slow and slightly unpleasant to start with.
I agree with you about Gordon Ramsey. I am not a fan of chefs who swear and scream. Many of them have turned out to be quite abusive. After all, a chef can be respectful yet brilliant.
Exactly. 🙂
I’m so pleased you don’t have to spend the day in your underpants
I have a Plan B and a Plan C in case the trouser problem gets too bad – one is to sit on the bed and pull them on and the other is to use a set of jogging bottoms. Even I have standards… 🙂
🙂