Just when I was getting used to being able to walk my little illness stuck it's leg out and tripped me up. I know that this is what I call my failure week but it still takes me by surprise. This morning I walked down stairs and made tea. Usuall checks to my person, and nothing was wrong, and by lunchtime I was still okay and carried on. In the last three hours I've gone from walking around the house with a cane to being back in my wheelchair. My hands are starting to go numb and my feet are feeling cold.
In the morning I'll ring the hospital and tell them I'm on the way. They might even have a bed ready for me this time, but I don't mind sleeping in A&E, all I really want is my IvIg and I'm happy. It'll be nice to see the hospital gang again and see how everyone is doing, and of course it'll be nice to give Adel a hard time for not getting my coffee right.
I think I'm lucky really that I can just pop to hospital for my temporary cure, I see so many people in there that get ill and stay ill. So tonight I'll check that my hospital bag has all the things I need in it and tomorow or friday I'll head for my city home for a bit and relax.
The one thing that's bugging me though is that the 6 nations starts this week and I won't be able to use my usuall colourfull language while I watch it, I'll have to be a bit more polite or Adel might just throw the coffee over me
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