It’s been quite a varied week with my ongoing health issues and just generally feeling, well, bleurgh!
I know I’m not as young as I like to think I am, but I had expected to make steady, consistent progress in my recovery from a recent hospital stay. After a week of no improvement was followed by a decline in appetite and fluctuating body temperature I thought I should get checked out. I blame my sleep struggles for breaking down in front of my GP, but it has been quite a month! My heart rate was too high, so he recommended a trip back to hospital, with a bag of essentials in case I was admitted.
‘Here we go again’ I thought, crying as I waited for my husband to get in and drive me up there.
After more tests and quite a bit of waiting around, I was given the ok to come back home. My bloods were as normal as can be expected (ie not showing anything too sinister going on) so there was no need to keep me. I was so relieved to be coming back home, even though I still feel a little concerned about my high heart rate. I guess this is as good as I’m going to be until my operation.
We don’t have a market this weekend, which I’m quite relieved about in a way as I found being at Crayke exhausting. Of course the sales were needed but I must learn to prioritise my own well-being.
Our larger Christmas Fayres start soon, and I’m hoping I can be at them all, although I’m not sure how I’ll manage the days at Wynyard. We have a plan to share the workload between us so we both get a day off, but it’s still going to be very tiring. I’m trying to build up my stamina by going on the dog walks again, something I’ve really missed but struggled to do as I get out of breath so easily. I’ve managed one so far this week, not that great really?
All in all it’s been a crazy week. I’ve had to postpone my return to ‘the day job’ because of my high heart rate and breathlessness, and I’m starting to think the sooner they remove this pesky gallbladder the better as I’m just so miserable all the time, desperate for my normal life back. At least I’m getting lots of cuddles from the dog – it’s either he’s forcing me to rest, or he loves my blanket so much. Either way I’ll take the affection!