Saturday, April 9, 2011
Probably a quiet weekend
It's not shaping up as the greatest of weekends in the James-Pearson-Wright household, though I think Christian is doing pretty well, with a revived interest in playing the piano after the rigours of the HSC. His natural ability in music - a family tradition on his mother's side - meant that he practically picked up where he left off before we had to deal with my health problems, as if he'd never been away from it.
Tracey seems to be struck with a 'not-quite' lurgy of some description, as I mentioned yesterday. A seemingly unshakable headache, nausea, some symptoms of flu but a flu that hasn't been developing, insomnia.... the hope is that she'll wake up later this morning and feel better. Given that we had those flu shots a fortnight ago, I'm hoping it's not going to end up in a full flu session, as there seem to be some nasties going around already, and the season has barely begun.
I don't mind so much feeling crook, but I hate it when Tracey does.
<StartWhinge> Me, well - it's four days till the next infusion, and the cracks start to show round this time. I've been exercising as hard as I can, bearing in mind the Avastin batteries are flattening. After I did so yesterday afternoon and then showered, Brian decided to slip the knife in, and I had a seizure, the first in quite a few weeks.
It wasn't a big one. If 10 on my Richter Scale of seizures is the worst one I've experienced, then this would have been no more than a 3. OK, 3.5 maybe, but it struck the right hand, arm and ran down the leg.
I can't believe the amount it's set me back. My right arm seems to have lost half its strength and walking is double the effort. If it weren't for the strength of the left knee, then standing wouldn't work too well. The right knee goes rubbery. Nausea in the morning the last two days, head not great, sniffling, coughing a bit and one sneezing session, and a bit of a wheezy chest.
Why are you still reading this moaning? You're not? Fair enough. I don't blame you and anyway it's just as well you've given up having got this far, because I'm not going to continue with it. </EndWhinge>
I was going to tell you about the fresh raspberry incident that occurred a few minutes ago - the ones Maureen and Bruce brought in last week, but I'm not in the mood. All I'll say is that we now have a small bowl of lovely stewed raspberries and I'm hoping like hell there are no stray ones on the carpet that Tracey adores. Have you ever tried to find a fresh raspberry on a Persian carpet that's got a lot of red in its pattern?
I thought not. Just don't spill an open punnet of them on the kitchen floor, that's all I can say, especially if you can barely bend down to pick 'em up one by one....