Cannabis is a wondrous thing. I was asleep last night before I even knew it, and slept right though until 5.30am. I snoozed until 7am and then turned the power on and got up. My wife has to be in Hevingham at 8am to pick up our granddaughter – we are babysitting for the day – and so is out of the house at 7.40am, having not even had time to drink her first cup of coffee of the day.
While she is out I tidy the kitchen a little, finish loading the dishwasher, and vacuum downstairs. Then the dog takes me out for a walk, which is just as well because the weather isn’t looking too bright here today.
My tremor seems fairly well controlled on my left side – it’s there, but bearable. The right hand side is another matter. It varies from being moderate to severe. So does the dyskinesia. No chance of moderating the tremor by increasing the voltage – I don’t want to make the dyskinesia any worse than it already is. I could really do with speaking to Joseph – I want to know if there is any prospect of “tuning out” the dyskinesia as well as the tremor, or if I’ll just have to put up with it and hope it goes away of its own accord. He still hasn’t replied to my email, and hasn’t called me back following my answerphone message of yesterday. I’m getting a little impatient so try calling the secretaries to see if I can find out what’s going on. Neither of the numbers in the secretaries office is answered, so I leave another message and hope that someone will call me back.
Motivation is still very low, balance isn’t too bad, but both arms are quite stiff and weak – it’s a big effort just getting out of a chair and standing up. Once I’m up, it’s fine – it’s the getting there that gives me the problem. I’m also not very flexible at the moment, and am having difficulty bending down to put my socks on or tie my shoelaces. I got really severe cramp in my right hip this afternoon – not had that happen since before my operation.
My wife and I spend much of the day cooing over our granddaughter (my wife), finding her entertainment on youTube (me), feeding and changing her (my wife) and preventing the dog from washing her face or trampling on her (me). By the time it’s time to return her to her parents I’m feeling quite knackered (and I haven’t really done very much!).
While my wife is taking her back to Hevingham, I take a delivery of more non-prescription medication (beer) from Asda! I also intended to walk the dog, but the heavens opened, thunder crashed, the road became a river and our dog stayed right where she was (on the sofa) and kept her head down – she’s no fool!
I managed to cook dinner for a change. Sticking a rack of ribs in the oven presented no problem, but cutting up the veg is a struggle. I manage it, though, without damaging myself.
Netflix and chill. Beer. Cannabis. Bed.