|What a difference a week makes …|
|Main feature image – Rose of Sharon, Strand Street – 28th July|
|Bell Hotel – The Quay|
|Music Score – Urban – Morning Light Music|
|I have not been very well the last few days since Monday. I know l am still recovering from the mild covid, but in addition to that, the heat, the solidly challenging work programme with the garden, worms and compost, it’s been a hard push on my health, l guess since mid-June. It’s now taking its toll.|
Sure, l can’t run before l can walk, but today was the first time l had been out for a walk since Sunday. Suze joined me this morning also. It was a shorter walk, but it took longer, and l only took a few photos; l was too knackered! Life huh? Murphy has a lot to answer for at times!
I am exhausted and feel dreadful. There is no more straightforward way, to tell the truth except honestly. I feel like shit, although today l am better than l was Tuesday but not as good as l was just Monday when l wasn’t poorly but majorly tired.
Tuesday witnessed the fourth major body attack since last October. I say ‘body attack’. Perhaps l should say chest attack. It’s like a heart attack, except it’s not. The first one l had this year was back in early March, then l had another in later April, and this last one was later July. There no true pattern.
I think it ‘might’ be an ulcer, l ran another test for covid, and it’s not that. It can’t be my heart because l would be deader than a dodo by now with the severity of these attacks. The sheer pain hurls me around the room in spasm after spasm. It’s pretty dreadful to behold. Suze has seen two; whilst she can’t do anything, it’s comforting to know someone else is present.
But the two, when she wasn’t here, were quite frightening, never mind excruciatingly painful. I thought l would die alone in the house during those times.
It’s like the worst case of heartburn you can imagine, then once you have imagined that, add to it extreme body hurling spasms … it’s horrible, and they leave you thoroughly drained!
The earliest l can see a doctor is the 18th of August, and I best hope l don’t perish before then because l am not voluntarily going to the emergency centres of the local hospitals with their waiting times of upwards of twelve hours. More people come out of hospitals in the UK now with covid than the risk they run of getting it whilst out and about.
No thanks, l favour life, not death – not yet anyway!
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