As the sun sets, I look straight out onto Poole Harbour from my lounge. It’s been busy in the park today, with lots of dog walkers and kite flyers and I find myself wishing death. Not on myself or anyone, but on the tree in the neighbours garden! By the time those little buds come out, it will obcsure the view quite tremendously. How rude! It’s almost like is designed to block the view in between the evergreens in the park! Ho hum, it could be a lot worse! And the little birdies seem to be happy chirping around in it.
As for me today, I am a bit sick of this malarkey. The steroids are reducing, but my face is still very puffy and head very woozy and I’m tired. I can feel my moustache growing back despite sitting watching Blood Diamond last week, gently plucking with my fingers! A reduction of the steroids again tomorrow will hopefully be on the way to stopping the hair growth and reducing the bloating. My mobility is getting better. I am convinced that any pain I get is working is way up my body, soon to disappear out of my head. Currently in my back but only really painful first thing in the morning. I have a cough (which they checked was nothing to worry about the day) but that, of course is causing pain in my rib from when I fell over. Ho hum, A&E is on the TV and there is a lot more people in a lot more pain than me. So toughen up princess!!!!