It has been one of those days where I can’t settle, get going, and generally feel BLEH.
Saying that though, it hasn’t actually been a bad day.
The Head Man himself rang today, albeit late, but at least he apologised. Hubby said he was fuming when he told him about the notes, or lack of them being forwarded to the surgery, and having received no response to his ’emergency’ call to their offices on the 25th. Seems his message wasn’t even passed on.
Overall though, it would appear that everything is going as it should be, and we are doing all the right things in respect of appetite and food intake. The weight loss is to be expected and due to the liquid diet, so gradually as more solid food is introduced this should stabilise and sort itself out. He said he would call him again in 6 to 8 weeks to see how things are settling down. I have marked the calendar accordingly.
We had a field trip after lunch and Hubby has ascertained how far he can drive or length of a journey. He overdid it, but at least he knows, and being a local trip, no harm done.
The sausage for lunch went down in tiny pieces, but was a success. Tomorrow we are trying fish fingers and a small jacket potato.
Maggie has eaten very well and seems content with the new food. The little mare didn’t pee on her final walk tonight though and we walked two and a half times round the block!
I got hammered two games to one at darts, cocked up my doubles again, but there you go.
I still haven’t heard anything about my Pink Card and mammogram so plan to chase that tomorrow. In truth, I am getting more and more anxious as the mind is going into overdrive after what happened last year……….. feeling fine then wham, goodbye boob.
It’s taken an age to get through my reader, and I seem to have lost the edge for inspiration so not much has been posted. I’m tired and drained, so not surprising really I suppose.