Thursday, 06 July 2023
I woke today feeling rough from all the cheap cider I had last night. I expected it so it wasn’t a shock but if reinforces my belief that alcohol is playing a massive part in how I feel at the moment. The flu like symptoms have returned and a bit of brain fog, but as I say it was expected.
I won £30 on the lottery last night which whilst not life changing money is very welcome and much needed right now and I’ve had an application for a small loan from university approved too so financially I’m going to be okay for the weekend and I have no worries about money, at least for now.
I’ve got my doctors appointment this afternoon. My old doctors has been taken over by a group of doctors and now you have to travel all over the place to an appointment. Today the surgery is a new one, 3 miles away but I’m going to walk there and back and get some much-needed exercise in as well. It’s a nice day so it’d be a shame to waste it.
I walk down to the doctors which is a bit further away than I thought it was at 3 ½ miles. The walk is a bit depressing in some ways, the further I get away from Queensbury and the closer to Wibsey the worse Bradford seems to get. There’s some nice houses and I’ve no doubt most of the people are decent enough but everything seems to so run down, compared to how I remember it with old posters covering windows of shops that haven’t been open for years, some houses look as if they haven’t been lived in for years, yet if you want in the door I’m sure they’d be someone behind it, doing their best to survive and remembering the good old days when they were surrounded by friends and family. Now all they have is a pet dog or cat as they watch TV programmes they have no interest in and even less idea of what is going on.
The doctors appointment is quick! I’m in and out in no time with a referral for an x-ray on my troublesome right hip. I ask again about rheumatoid arthritis, but the doctor dismisses it as all my blood tests are fine. She doesn’t know I’m a PhD student studying health and I know that you can have no markers for rheumatoid arthritis and still have it and vice versa. She concentrates on my right hip and largely ignores the brain fog which is actually a bigger problem for me than the hip, but at least I’ve got a referral for an x-ray and hopefully this will get me an appointment with a specialist who I can discuss my problems and concerns in more detail and get to the bottom of everything. I could go down to the x-ray department now but the thought of spending the rest of the day in an x-ray department doesn’t thrill me in any way plus I have to go out in the car tomorrow for petrol and things, so I put it off till tomorrow.
I walk back home to Queensbury, past all the seem rundown buildings I walked past an hour before, have a chat with a mate I see near home, pop into Tesco’s for bit’s as Peter Kay would say and go home for something to eat. I’m feeling really good about things, relaxed and content. I have a feeling inside me that something good is going to happen and soon. I can’t explain it so just enjoy the feeling. During tea the headaches start again. I don’t know if it’s a result of me walking 7+ miles today or something else but they are crippling and prevent me doing anything else for the rest of the day. I don’t have any alcohol tonight, the thought of it makes me sick, so it’s an early night for me and hopefully a good night’s sleep ready for tomorrow.
The Autistic FellRunner 