Every Day is the Same

Monday was like Sunday. Sunday was like Saturday, and Saturday was like Friday. We sleep, I read, she chews a bone. Every day is the same, but not one second of these days of late is boring. And with each day, my neck has improved. Yesterday, I wore no collar and had no pain. I’m stiff, but that will pass (said the actress to the bishop).

I washed all my bedding. I love washing my bed linen and the thick wool blanket that I put on top like a bedspread to keep Sheba grime off my duvet. It’s positively thrilling to go to bed when everything is freshly washed. 

In the early afternoon, the sky became quite bright, and I went outside in just a t-shirt on top, and it felt so, so good to be out there and not freezing to death. And all the snow is gone. Life feels better. And it got even brighter, and soon the sky was clear, so Sheba and I went for a very short saunter along our street. She is so good about everything, including taking her medicine.

It has amazed me how much of a change in my mood and state of concern there has been since reading my MIBI results. Obviously, I hope Dr. Chen will want to pursue his investigation with an angiogram, and that stents improve my condition, but I I’m not anxious and on edge anymore thanks to having a diagnosis. That has truly sated me. I was driving the diagnosis, but what happens henceforth is in the hands of Dr. Chen. Time will tell and I have faith.

Last night, I watched the BAFTAs. I love seeing all the Brit stars, but I muted some of the acceptance speeches. The host was my boyfriend, David Tennant. 

I awoke this morning feeling fully recovered from my painful frozen neck. What a relief to be over that, and Sheba, too, is showing real progress. Her foot is still bandaged, but there’s no longer any sign of a limp when she walks.

Today will be like yesterday and the day before that, etcetera.