I'm just popping in to say 'Good Morning' and thank you for the prayers and good wishes.
I've been in bed for most of the week, with the worst chest infection I've had in years. Being immunocompromised makes it so difficult to fight infection.
I'm not supposed to have steroids, unless absolutely necessary, but my GP said I had no choice. As usual, I should have called for intervention much sooner.
My young sacristan friend has been in bed with the same bug, we must have picked it up at church last weekend.
The steroids are doing their worst, my brain is racing like the Duracell bunny, I can't sleep, but my body (especially my lungs) refuses to co-operate. The medication is taking longer than usual to kick in.
It's our big fundraiser today and I have been micro managing from my bed. I find it so difficult to delegate! Friends have kindly done all the physical prep and picked up the items, stored in my garage fridges.
I also had both sets of keys for the alcohol store, so they were forced to come. 😉
I am "allowed" to go, if I sit on a chair, at a radiator and do nothing. That will not be easy, I shall be like the Queen.
The original plan was that DH would drop me off, I could have a Prosecco and he would pick me up.
No Prosecco for me, so I will drive and can leave if it is all too much for me.
Takeway for dinner means no cooking, then early to bed.
Disappointment at how things have turned out, barely describes how I feel. I was excited about seeing so many familiar faces. Talking brings on a paroxysmal fit of coughing, it's probably an added bonus for people, that I won't be nipping ears, with my verbal diahorrea. 🤣
This is the first time since the pandemic, we have had a function like this. It is the talk of the parish and so many are looking forward to it.. I hope we don't let them down.
I was up at 6am, popping painkillers, steroids, antibiotics and anti nausea medication (the antibiotics are brutal). Hoping that the nausea will have passed before I have to go out.
That mix of meds cannot be good for one's body, A rock and a hard place comes to mind.
I was also forced to get up, because DH looks like he has succumbed and had tossed and turned all night. I woke up with no covers at all and half the mattress off the bed. God knows what he was doing.
I made him a honey and lemon drink and got him paracetamol he is very sorry for himself and thinks he is dying. He only has a runny nose and a headache.
His stint as Florence Nightingale was short lived, he cannot sustain the effort! 🤣
I wish you all the best day possible. I've not been able to concentrate to read your posts, but did see the post about your bereavement Susan. My condolences.💗
Safe travels, Naughty Welsh Pupil and prayers for all, who are struggling. I'm praying for myself too. I need all the prayers going! 😉
P.S, you will have noticed my brain is racing, I know I am wittering on.🤣