I knew July and August would be tough months for various reasons. Firstly, hot weather and me don’t go together well. Secondly, July is Mr E’s birthday and August would have seen our wedding anniversary and the anniversary of Mr E’s death last year. Thirdly, usual every day groups and social activities grind to a halt for long summer holidays. So with this mind , I laid down some plans.
Humph! Things went really well for a few days. I watched and enjoyed Wimbledon -the tennis, and knitted, and the chaps came back and repaired the Summer House roof. I went to a school concert and cheered on Master T playing his drums (already studying Grade 5), and Miss F on the piano (Grade2). Then, the following day I heard that the two people I had sat between had tested positive for Covid, caught from independent sources. The following day I had a sore throat and fatigue set in. I got progressively worse, yet returned a run of negative Covid tests. Eventually I was persuaded to go the doctor, and was prescribed antibiotics and drops. It was all I could do to work out a timetable for taking my meds. It’s taken two weeks to get better, during which we endured the hottest temperatures in the UK on record, and all I have managed to do each day is the bare minimum of chores, and sleep. It has been a struggle to get through each day, emerging now and extremely grateful to family who told me to seek medical advice.
Things like concern for the food I ate and exercise just went out of the window.
I cancelled most of the things I’d had in mind to do this month. What is it they say about best laid plans? I missed a walk, the last poetry session, a church meeting and a family picnic. Instead I slept. The knitting is in my bag in exactly the same state it was on Gentleman’s Final Day at Wimbledon. The sewing project I planned on making for Baby P is lying just as I left it on the dining room table.
But it was only a throat infection, and I have now managed to get through (covid in January) two spells of minor ill health without the comfort of a partner. It is an achievement of sorts.
I was well enough and lucky enough to go to the cemetery with two of my Boys on Mr E’s birthday, and we did go for a family meal afterwards. We talked of happier times.
I was well enough on Saturday to go to a half day workshop at the Arts Centre. My plans were not all in vein after all.
Unexpected illness of a very minor nature only threw me off balance for a relatively short time, it just wasn’t nice.
Meantime, I’m in the market for a new tumble dryer, some light bulbs for the lounge and the kitchen clock needs new batteries. I want to tackle the garage next month for which I need a skip. The boiler is due a service in August. Tessa is coming to help again with the garden, which currently looks very brown but did provide the slugs with a Good feed, and I have a wonderful week in Yorkshire to look forward too.
I will survive!
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