We are babysitting our granddaughter this afternoon, so the morning is spent preparing for the onslaught. The stairgate has to be installed, as does the fireguard, and anything small and interesting has to be relocated out of a toddler’s reach. The rug in the lounge has to be vacuumed and the kitchen and dining room floor tiles have to be vacuumed and washed. My wife does her impersonation of a whirlwind while I sort out the stairgate, and before you know it we are ready for a small visitor.
We also have to pick my wife’s car up from the garage in Hevingham where it’s been having a multitude of problems sorted out.
Before going to pick up our granddaughter and my wife’s car, my wife walks the dog and then we go to Lidl in North Walsham to buy the makings of a vegetable lasagne (a speciality of my wife’s) for dinner tonight.
I drop my wife off at the garage, and then head back home to savour the calm before the storm.
Everything on the symptom front appears to be much the same as yesterday, apart from my voice. I’m running out of voice before I run out of sentence, and the end result is that I am sounding a little bit strangled. It doesn’t get any better as the day progresses, and by the time dinner time comes around I’m struggling with a weak and slightly slurred voice which very quickly runs out of steam.
I intended to try the CBD tea again today, but really haven’t had the time to brew up. Tomorrow is another busy day, and I won’t be able to brew up because we are going to be out in the car for most of the day. Perhaps on Saturday…