It’s been quite a strain over the last few days. I’m addicted to writing and the inability to hold a pen or use a keyboard has been very frustrating. It’s not been total, but I’ve had to preserve my limited abilities for work. Even using the wheel on a mouse has been enough to cause painful joints. This has been a very bad winter.
Yesterday was the first day for ages that I haven’t come home with aching joints and sat all night feeling miserable with a hot water bottle.
I’m risking a bit of typing today and will see how it goes.
Fortunately I have been able to fire up my Kindle and read a few history books. This hs still given me a few problems. One is that the weight of the device (which is lighter and less awkward than a proper book) has still caused pain in my hands and forearms. The second is that I am finding my memory is retaining less and after reading a book I am left with little more than a general impression, rather than the detail I would once have absorbed. I’m thinking of adopting a more structured approach and making notes, almost as if I’m studying.
The good news for the day is that it only took two attempts to give blood. I was back home by 8.40 and eating bacon sandwiches made in croissants. I then watched antique programmes until Julia started to protest and decided to take to the keyboard. It’s good to be back, but it isn’t a full time return yet as I will have to see how my joints react.


