Two Crutches Phillips

Got off to a positive start this morning. Did my exercises, went for a walk with Hilary, for about 15 minutes. A beautiful but cool May day, sun was shining, sky was blue and it is one of the days where everything seems so vividly coloured and there is a vibrancy in the air. There was a stiff breeze and I wore no tights, but it felt so good.

After Hilary had gone, I tidied up our bedroom, as usual it was clean but all my books and DVD's and papers were all piled up on the window ledge, about to tumble, and no order to anything. Stuffed books in overloaded bookcase in the bathroom and gave Lisa a freeby DVD of a film I had watched.

Jill came for me at 12 and took me to Maccabi where we were meeting Rhona for lunch. That was when my leg gave way, just as I was walking into the restaurant. I had stubbornly decided to leave one crutch in the car to see if I could manage.Well I couldn't and lurched my way to the table, bent over double and holding on to the furniture for dear life.

Ate far too much, again, and I am starting to put on weight now, the inactivity is catching up with me. Yummy leek and potato soup, much better than the soup at Brackmans, which is always the same!

By the time I got back to the car I was exhausted and needed two crutches to get around after that, was really struggling to stay upright. There was no pain, just an incredible feeling of weakness and also the drugs have completely spaced me out. No chance of driving yet.

So here I am, back on my bed, finished for the day at 3.30 in the afternoon and wondering how long it will take for me to get back to normal! Is this as good as it gets? Because it's not good enough for me!