Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

Last week began very well. I was firing on all cylinders, feeling secretly smug that my new working arrangement was working better than I thought.

I was still feeling very nauseous, but doing my best to ignore it.

When that started to become difficult, I knew I would have to risk entering the lion’s den and throw myself on the mercy of my doctor. And you know how I love having to do that! She wasn’t the most helpful person on the planet, not that I could really blame her. I wouldn’t know what to do with me either.

It must be challenging to help someone with so many ailments. Most of these were because of wear and tear and old age, so it’s down to me again.

I spoke to her on the phone, and she was surprisingly benevolent. Mainly, I suspect, because she discovered I should have had another hospital test that she had forgotten to arrange…

That was when the arthritis decided to join in the fun, the increased pain making it difficult for me to concentrate on anything. Consequently, I haven’t managed to do much on the work front, which made me feel much worse than the nausea.

Another Spanner in the Works…

Despite developing all these holes in my memory, my mind is still willing. I have dreaded reaching this stage of old age, and I don’t know which of us is fighting harder to push it away!

Does anyone know a way to send it packing?