I feel such a mess. I missed having a haircut last month – I’d had my hair cut shorter than usual at the end of December because I knew I’d have to miss a cut, but then I forgot all about it and it only just occurred to me what a scruff I am. Well, I always know it, but worse than usual. Anyway, I went in to book an appointment and – oh joy – there had been a cancellation so I can go next Wednesday. Thank goodness I don’t have roots to have grown out. One good thing about being shortsighted and unobservant is that I don’t notice grey hairs so don’t think I have to do anything about them.
Anyway, I’d meant to make cakes for Sunday this afternoon, but Weeza and Zerlina came over, and so did Pugsley, so that was far better. There is always time for catching up with things, but not always with people. Although, frankly it will just mean that the cakes I do make will be more thrown together than lovingly hand-crafted. They will be delicious, though, right?
Anyway, a seven-week update, and there’s not much more to say. I ventured to lie on my left side for a while in the night, with a cushion between my legs so that my right hip couldn’t drop. I can put tights on and sometimes socks – that is, I can put on my left sock but I managed a looseish right sock a couple of days ago, by getting it close to my foot and poking – without using my sock-aid. And I cut my toenails last night in the bath (very careful not to lose bits because that would be horrid*) and sat on the floor, as is my usual habit, to dry off afterwards. So all is going very well. I’m still cautious and only do what I’m very comfortable with. I’ve got an appointment with my consultant on Tuesday, after which I’m rather relying on being able to drive, by the Friday at any rate, as I have a meeting in Bury St Edmunds to which I’ve promised a lift to a friend, who had her new hip less than a fortnight ago. She has been able to nobble a disabled space at the Cathedral, which is jolly good, as otherwise I’d have to drop her off, go and park and come back – it’d add another 15 minutes but at least would be physically unremarkable. At the last meeting, in December, we limped back to the car park together. So things are much better.
I found myself a bit late again this morning. The Sage was prancing around early, as he heard talking outside but it was the milkman who’d brought a friend (we had the window open so could hear their voices) and then he came back to bed and we entwined our legs somewhat and went back to sleep, so when I woke around 7 o’clock, I couldn’t move without disturbing him. So I stayed put. I finally had to get up, waking him, when there was only half an hour to go before I was due to leave the house.
* I trust you all notice that I use horrid and horrible with correct differentiation between them.