Yesterday....,

....all my troubles seemed so far away....

Sunday was a good day.

Until after I had gone to bed when I was awakened with chest pain. I was sure it was not heart, and was probably indigestion, but it hurt every time I breathed in.

I called Careline and a doctor came out. She said I had a chest infection and left 3 amoxicillin.

After she left, I went back to bed and at some point, probably on getting out of bed, I ended up on the floor. In my attempts to get to my feet again, I had to use mainly my shoulders and my forearms to reach a point where I could get up. No success, so try again..

and again.

Eventually I made it and immediately went back to bed.

This morning - and continuing I am very sore.


TBSITW came over in very short order to see how I was. She did so much, tidying, ordering my prescription and so on and making my bed.

And then my new printer,scanner/photocopier/singer and dancer arrived.

So she set that up for me before leaving with strict instructions to look after myself.

A Close Call!

Well I set my alarm this morning to be up in time to phone for an appointment and got one for 9.40. Decided to drive (another little piece of Scottish meanness), so started off, then had a seat in the lounge just inside the front door, then made it to the car. Driving was fine. Bit difficult waiting at the reception queue, but there was at least something to lean on. When I got called to Surgery 9, it took me so long that the doctor came out to see if I was coming!

Anyway, a good thorough check-up and I have a chest infection, which may be at the bottom of it. Nonetheless, glad I drove, because she was thinking of admitting me to the near by District General Hospital for a number of checks. (Close escape!!) Interestingly she noted a number of bruises when she examined me (which I was sure I would have, but you are never quite sure if the fall (s) were bad enough to cause bruising).

Anyway I gor a prescription for an antibiotic and sent round to see the phlebotomist to have blood taken for a full blood count (FBC in the UK, CBC in the US) and then tottered back home. Feel felled.