Another week rolls on by without my physiotherapy. It’s probably just as well this week, because I’m still aching from my bilge pump exertions at the weekend, but the whole point of having physiotherapy was that it made me do the exercise whether I wanted to or not – I’ll have to message my contact in the physiotherapy department at the North Walsham cottage hospital to see if they have arranged for the motorised exercise bike to be repaired yet.
I ring my neurologist’s secretary at the Norfolk and Norwich hospital to chase up the letter that he promised to write to my doctor, asking him to prescribe exenatide to me. It turns out that he has written to him, but neglected to send me a copy (as he said he would). Hopefully I will now receive a copy in advance of my appointment to see my doctor this Friday.
I visit the allotment (after the afternoon dog walk) and harvest some kale and raspberries. The weeds are threatening to take over, so I hoe between the kale plants and the courgette (zucchini) plants – my legs are still a bit stiff, so I must return to clear the weeds up in the next few days.