Tuesday, 11 July 2023
So, I’m still playing catchup with my dairy but that’s the problem with not doing anything over the weekend!
Yesterday I was supposed to pick my friends mother-in-law from Manchester airport, something that to be honest I wasn’t looking forward to, driving to Manchester trying to avoid the rush hour traffic and then paying way over the odds for parking. Thankfully my friend rung me before I had got up to say that her mother-in-law’s place had been delayed and I didn’t have to go to Manchester airport after all. I breathed a sigh of relief, turned over and went sleep for an hour or so.
With my morning now free I decided to go down to St Lukes and get my x-ray done. Friday had been a farce with a predicted 2-3 hour waiting time which in reality would have been 3-4 hours. Yesterday everything was back to normal, and I waited just over an hour to be seen, which is acceptable. X-ray done I avoided the temptation of going to Tesco’s and buying things I don’t need and went straight home.
When I did get home the brain fog started. I use brain fog in the looses way as it’s a term I don’t really like, and it doesn’t describe how I feel, and I assume how many more like me feel. I imagine it’s something the medical profession has invented so that they can quickly diagnose someone and get them out of their surgery with the minimum of fuss. For me it’s more like my body is shutting down as it did when I had 2nd stage hypothermia and everything slows down and the simplest of tasks become more and more difficult to do, even trying to type on a laptop. What I have learnt is to not fight it and just go with it, so I went back to bed to sleep it off.
When I woke I felt better but not much to be honest. I manged to potter about the house until I went down to get some milk for my little girl, came back and went to bed after another alcohol free day.
The Autistic FellRunner 