I still feel fine, as long as I’m lying in bed. But as soon as I get up, my blood pressure goes right down. So I haven’t been out and about as much as intended yet. I think I need a good day’s rest and then I can spend tomorrow getting ready to go home on Tuesday. I hope so, anyway. I couldn’t eat any lunch, for which I was very apologetic.
Having said that, the walking is going really well. I went from loo to washbasin without a stick although, when I then saw that the towel was on the rail the other side of the room, I called for help. Honestly, I am being completely sensible. I do not feel I’m in a competition. Afterwards I sat in the chair for a few minutes but soon realised I’d used all my strength and went back to bed. Pathetic.
Now, what is it with this newish thing of signing off from a phone call with “love you lots”? It’s one thing when your sister or a close friend does it, but surely it’s a girl thing anyway? I was totally taken aback when the Sage did it this morning. He’s been using the L word with slightly unexpected frequency recently, but then a certain exrra emotionalism is quite acceptabe in circumstances like these, but I’ve known him 40 years and I’ve never heard him say that before.