Week 14 is here again. It seems such a long time since this
time last year, but it also feels like yesterday because the time has zoomed
past so very quickly. We were in final week mode before the house move this
time last year and I was thrashing myself to bits trying to get everything done
in time.
This year it is a much more sedate affair. We drove up to
Halifax on Saturday morning for a long weekend, Gareth’s parents were
celebrating their 40th wedding anniversary. A big surprise meal at
Long Can Hall had been arranged by Gareth’s sisters with loads of friends and
family in attendance. To be honest Gareth and I just turned up bought Fizz and
performed chauffeuring duties (well that was me) and helped take credit for the
affair.
My thumb has started to heal nicely I’m only wearing the
brace when I’m out and about now
– I should mention I’ve broken a LOT of bones over the years – my
wrists a combined total of 11 times, countless fingers and toes - this is the 3rd
time I’ve broken my left thumb (I think – it might be 4 but it was also the
first ever bone I broke so I only really remember 2 VERY clearly), an arm, an
ankle ….. I have some random air bubbles in the bone marrow in various part of
my body, and they keep threatening bone density tests.
Despite the fact that I seem to break ridiculously easily, I heal
unbelievably quickly – 10 days for a scaphoid bone healed (usually in a cast
for 6-10 weeks) and 17 days for the Radius bone in my left arm which had to be
manipulated back in line by some very strong men swinging on my wrist and elbow
to realign things (bottles of becks with tequila slammer chasers were both
responsible for this injury occurring and for my lack of drama describing bone
manipulation)
We came back down to the South on Monday and back to work
Tuesday for a rest. A 4 day week naturally means cramming 5 days of work into
the remaining 4 days by whatever means necessary.
This weekend is a bank holiday weekend in the UK so another
4 day week next week too – a girl could get used to this (well I’d like to
hence the regular investment in lottery tickets)
We have Authentic Stone Baked Pizza Sunday coming up this
weekend, and for once we aren’t going to The Pot Kiln in Yattendon. Majority rule dictates we introduce the
others to the new place we’ve discovered in Sonning Common owned by the
fabulously Michelin Trained Santiago and his wife. So Sunday evening will be
The Bird In Hand Pizza night even if the Chapmans have double booked themselves
and have to duck this year – their loss – when we complete our planning for the
Zombie Apocalypse they’re going to just have to take the jobs assigned to them.
Apart from the Gas Chamber on Saturday lunch time - I
genuinely have no idea what the rest of the weekend will involve and that seems
pretty fantastic to me.
Life is pretty quiet and uneventful on the MS front, no
improvements or deteriorations to report which when the MonSter has touched
your life and you’ve been through a treatment like Lemtrada is exactly what you
want life to be. Boring quiet, nothing weird happening to your body just lots
of ‘same normalness’ (I thought I’d made that word up but apparently the
spelling thing likes it)
So YAY for BORING and NORMAL long may it continue
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