I get dressed in my scruffy work gear this morning, which denotes my intention to get a move on with tiling the bathroom (even though I’m really not feeling very motivated at the moment). Before I get started, there are various other things that I need to do – make the tea/coffee (and drink my tea), take the dog out for her morning business, drink my Nutriblast (prepared by my wife), listen to PopMaster, chase up my expenses for the Amsterdam filming weekend from Vice.com and review and amend the article about me that will be published by the PatientsLikeMe website later this week. I also have to consider the fact that I am being a house viewing proxy for a friend of mine, who lives in Brighton, at 3.30pm, so I need to clear up all of the tiling mess (that I haven’t yet made) by 3pm at the latest so that I can get to the property in East Beckham in plenty of time.
I compose a fairly terse email to Vice.com – they owe me over £100 in expenses from our trip to Amsterdam on the 1st April, and I’m starting to get a little bit brassed off that they are dragging their heels in reimbursing me. Just before I press the “send” button, I have the presence of mind to check my bank account, and find that they paid my expenses this morning! Typical! I delete the email, and turn to reviewing the article for PatientsLikeMe. There are a couple of minor details that are incorrect, so I correct them and email the amended copy back to them.
The available tiling time is getting short, so I resist the temptation to mix up a load of adhesive. I am breaking up the floor to ceiling expanse of tile by having a double row of glass mosaic tiles at about waist height, so I need to mark up the walls with the position of the mosaic rows. It is while I am doing this marking up that I manage to knock off one of the tiles that I glued to the wall yesterday (not very well, evidently!) – 2 steps forward, 1 step back…
I drive to East Beckham to view the house on behalf of my Brighton friend. It’s a gorgeous property (converted barn), but it’s all starting to look a little bit tired and needs some time and effort (and money) spending on it.
The dog is waiting for her afternoon walk when I get back home, so I don’t keep her waiting. My walking is a little more wooden this afternoon, and my voice let me down a couple of times when I was talking to the Estate Agent earlier on. Tremor and dystonia are contained (but only just). I have been considering trying another dose of the Real Scientific Hemp Oil that I took yesterday, but didn’t want to do so before I went to view the house this afternoon. Now that I’m back home, I measure out (and take) the recommended dose, ensuring that I have some coconut oil and a hot drink to wash it down with (following my experience yesterday!)