Monday 29 July 2019
I felt quite reasonable on waking, similar to the day before. After I got up, I walked down the garden to open the chicken run and the greenhouse. I wanted to take it quite easy again, after yesterday’s unusual chest pain. Pia spent most of the morning working, but she did take a break and we ate some porridge together.
I spent a couple of hours sitting outside during the morning writing in my diary. This was an important exercise as it is a precursor for writing the blog, and I’ve published most of my blog posts 3-4 weeks after the events had taken place. Without a diary to refer to, it would be extremely hard to jog my memory enough to get have detail to write about.
While I was writing my diary, I heard some clucking from the other end of the garden, so I went to investigate. The ginger cat that had been harassing Lucy was back in the garden. When I arrived, the cat was standing about a metre from the Cochins, checking them out. The Cochins looked back, unfazed. Lucy was quite agitated though. I chased the cat out of the garden and Lucy calmed down after a couple of minutes. We were going to need to be quite careful with having the chickens out in the garden unoccupied, as we didn’t want to lose Lucy again.
After lunch, Pia and I went out in the car to get a few things for the chickens and to continue looking for a big plant pot. I started feeling very worn out quite soon after we left. I was headachy as well. We were out for about two hours in total and I was coping less and less well during that time, finding it hard to stay on my feet. I felt absolutely drained. When we finally got home, I lay down and snoozed for a good three hours or so.
Later on, Pia made some stuffed peppers and courgettes using the leftovers from our jackfruit curry and rice & beans as fillings. They were nice and there were even some leftovers to save for the next day’s lunch.
The afternoon had been quite hard. I’d been so tired with a bit of a sick feeling and a headache, and I’d been very slow and unstable on my feet. It felt like a bit of a setback after having just had three comparatively good days, from Friday to Sunday. Still, it wasn’t nearly as bad as it had been a week earlier.
Also, the damage to the nails on my left hand had developed a bit and they were looking worse than they had a few days earlier. It was becoming more difficult to use the tips of those fingers as putting pressure on them would cause pain. I was finding that I couldn’t use those fingers to open size squeeze clips or pull the lids off plastic containers, things like that. I still had my other hand though!