This is always slightly irritating, but this morning it was good, as C1 had requested an early call, to enable her to try on her school summer polo shirt (with logo - adds a fiver onto the cost of a standard white polo shirt, but they don't sell sew-on school badges any more - wonder why???).
Both children up to a day at school, which gives me joy, as I have an appointment at 10am with the very exciteable Jamie, who is going to show me round his little gym and write me a programme of exercises suited to the rebuilding job I have ahead of me. Recommendations from my physiotherapist suggest that single leg curls to failure would be excellent for my knees. Starting with a 5kg weight, I managed 1 go with the left knee, and 5 with the right.
Ho hum. I walk away 45 minutes later with a sweat on, seizing up joints, and a rather funny walk. But felt happy that after 5 months of promising, procrastinating and prevaricating, I had ventured into the building.
My GP surgery is next door, which gives me some reassurance should anything go wrong.
Jamie was most encouraging, and amazed, I think, that I am still on the planet after I ran through the last 8 months of my life, including arthroscopy, gastric bypass, and hernia operations.
My hints at the tiny amount of calories I am taking in also sent him into a flat spin. They don't do a 'handle with care' badge, but he kept a careful eye on me as I wandered around, card in hand, having my 'goes' on all the things he has allowed me to touch.
Home for a shower. And possibly a little sleep.
C2 has his first 'Streetdance' class tonight - he is really excited about it. C1 isn't sure she even wants to go, but will decide later. I hope he likes it.
Tuna and rice for lunch - 2 tablespoons of it. Cats watching as I leave a large amount in the bowl. I have no appetite at all. Am managing to take on board a little more water now, by carrying a water bottle with me wherever I go, and sipping from it. I feel a right tit doing it, but it gets the job done.
3rd queen wasp since Sunday - they send me into a cold sweat - all 3 have been dispatched, but promptly disappeared into a dark recess, so I am considering making Post-It note reminders like little gravestones, marking where the buggers may have gone, so that I don't forget, and get a post-mortem sting when I accidentally put my hand on one.
All OK in my world for now. Just about to start looking in the diary for some slots to spend with Mummy and Daddy. Things keep cropping up, and I want to be able to be there more often. I may need to actually cross out whole days so that between school drop-off and collection, I have the window of opportunity to see them, spend time with them, and hopefully lighten the load a little.
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