It’s been a non-descript week, full of the mundane. I know that’s how most people’s lives are most of the time but that’s not how I intend to live. Life is so short and so precious it needs to be more than just watching the days go by – I owe that not only to myself but to all those who are too ill to have a life.
Tuesday I helped my elderly, disabled friend stage his house for sale. It’s a stunning property with 5 bedrooms, 4 reception rooms (one of which is hidden behind a panel in the wall!), oak beams in all the ceilings and with stunning views of the mountains, however he’s now on his own and can barely walk so it’s way too big for him and he’s hoping to get a smaller bungalow in town.
The rest of the week I’ve taken advantage of the dry weather to tackle my garden, which has been neglected while I did the car port. It’s the size of a postage stamp and has no grass, but as my ability to bend is so limited I still find it hard work to look after despite the fact I absolutely love gardening. I’ve pruned and fed and tidied, though, and it’s now looking pretty as my little patch of wild flowers are starting to emerge. The Solanum Glasnevin over my front door is looking particularly splendid this year. I’m not sure how long it will take my knees and back to forgive me, however, and I’m currently walking like a constipated duck.
The saga with my Dad’s health continues. He has spinal stenosis (narrowing of his spinal canal) and was due to have surgery at the start of December last year, however the Surgeon postponed the op when he discovered my Dad’s severe neuropathy. Despite trying hard, the Neurologist can’t find any reason for the neuropathy so it’s looking like his surgery can now take place and we’re back at the RVI in Newcastle on Thursday to discuss.
Have I mentioned I’m getting weird choking sensations? It’s been going on for about a year now and is really bizarre. I feel like I can smell warm smoke, which gets in the back of my nose and throat and makes it hard to breathe. Someone else brought it up on an MCAD forum recently so it looks like it’s a mast cell thing and I’ll mention it to the consultant when I see him next month.
A week on from painting the shed doors I still can’t turn my head. I think I’ve pulled/torn my levator scapulae muscle which is pretty sore. Because I am so motivated to do stuff I often forget I am chronically ill and it’s only after I’ve spent months in pain that I think “maybe I shouldn’t have done that” 😉 I’ve also had my period and spent 3 days in both migraine and endometriosis hell.
The highlight of my week was being awarded my second photographic distinction, which has been 2 years in the making. My first, the DPAGB, is awarded by the British photography body and was achieved by submitting a selection of images which were judged by a panel. This second, AFIAP, is awarded by the international photography body and has been achieved due to my success in international Salons. So I can now put DPAGB AFIAP after my name – how terribly posh! The “A” in AFIAP stands for artiste, but my Dad says putting the word P*** in front of it would suit me better – cheeky mare 😀