I have an appointment with the speech therapist at 10am this morning, so I’m out of bed, tea drunk, dog walked and in my car driving to Norwich by 8.50am. No real progress was made with my eating problem (I keep biting the inside of my mouth when eating) but I am to continue with the lip and face stretching exercises that she emailed to me following my last appointment. She did mention putting me on the waiting list for an LSVT course, to which I agreed – the waiting list is about 12 months long, so I figured that if I’m not desperate for it right now, in 12 months time it’s quite possible that I will be!
I fill my car with fuel and return home to Southrepps.
I didn’t make a huge amount of progress researching and scripting my weekly vlog yesterday, so I get stuck straight in. I have a fair amount of trouble filming myself because of my voice, even though I change my neurostimulator settings over to group “A” (poorer tremor control, but it doesn’t affect my voice so much) – one particular paragraph of script took 9 attempts before I was satisfied. I manage to get the video edited, uploaded to my YouTube channel and published before my wife arrives home from work, which I consider to be an achievement.
We wander down to the allotment following dinner (soup again…) and my wife digs while I hoe until darkness is falling (and I’m knackered).
Beer, cannabis, a film on Netflix and a (reasonably) early night.