Transitions
The transition from feeling very ill to feeling very well can be surprisingly frustrating. I was feeling quite well two days ago and arranged to meet someone yesterday about doing odd jobs while I am under treatment.
I got up early in the morning, did my morning exercise, had breakfast, put on the wig and makeup. I looked gorgeous and felt full of confidence. Suddenly there was the metallic taste in the mouth again and the gurgle at the pit of my stomach. I had to lie down and take the trusted Maxolon (antinauseant). Panic, there's only three left. Organise new prescription, cancel meeting, fall back to bed ungracefully.
As you know by now, there's almost always a silver lining to my clouds, and today this appeared in the form of a call from Karel's cleaner. He asked if he could come over to see the place, and when he saw, he asked if he could clean it now, pronto, immediately.
Two hours later, I was reclining in the most delightfully clean smelling house, with not a care in the world, waiting for the fatigue to lift. By the time evening fell, and Sue came over for dinner, I was quite well enough to reflect on the fact that it was exactly 50 years ago last night that we crossed the border from Hungary to Austria and became refugees.
I got up early in the morning, did my morning exercise, had breakfast, put on the wig and makeup. I looked gorgeous and felt full of confidence. Suddenly there was the metallic taste in the mouth again and the gurgle at the pit of my stomach. I had to lie down and take the trusted Maxolon (antinauseant). Panic, there's only three left. Organise new prescription, cancel meeting, fall back to bed ungracefully.
As you know by now, there's almost always a silver lining to my clouds, and today this appeared in the form of a call from Karel's cleaner. He asked if he could come over to see the place, and when he saw, he asked if he could clean it now, pronto, immediately.
Two hours later, I was reclining in the most delightfully clean smelling house, with not a care in the world, waiting for the fatigue to lift. By the time evening fell, and Sue came over for dinner, I was quite well enough to reflect on the fact that it was exactly 50 years ago last night that we crossed the border from Hungary to Austria and became refugees.
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