Today has seemed like a week of days all crammed into one day. By tea time I was a complete nervous wreck and my shaking (Benign Essential Tremor) was so bad that I could hardly write. My son came round between school and evening private music lessons in an effort to calm me down a bit, but really things are getting all too much for me now and I shall be relieved when the move is completed. (Probably by the end of the month the solicitor says).
Over the past month I have had a couple of T I A's which the doctor feels should be investigated. This morning I had to go for a series of blood tests - all went well. Then back home for lunch and then to the hairdressers - all went well. A friend, S, was calling while I was at the hairdressers to take Tess for a walk. I am most grateful for her help and so is Tess of course.
I had another appointment, this time at what I thought was 4.40 to have an E C G. At four o'clock the friend reminded me of the fact and when I looked at the calendar I had missed the appointment by an hour. Ringing up and apologising was so embarrassing but the surgery were very good about it.
Then there was a message on my answer phone asking me to ring the hospital, which I did. I was given an appointment to see the specialist in the morning. I wrote it on my calendar but trying to read it back later I can't decipher the time. When I tried to ring and ask, the desk was shut for the night.
I have now been sitting down for an hour, have had some tea, and am at last relaxing. I really don't want many more days like today!