I’m still under the weather, still not feeling up to doing anything at all. The fact that it’s cold, wet and windy outside isn’t helping at all. I dash out with the dog mid-morning when it stops raining for a few minutes, but get caught in a downpour of hail, which does nothing to improve my mood. It’s a really grey day, and it feels like darkness is falling all day long. Another pause in precipitation sees me hastily (well, as hastily as Parkinson’s allows) filling the log basket from the stack of logs in the back garden. I light the fire at lunchtime – much earlier than usual, but I’m not feeling great, so that justifies it!
All too soon, it’s time for the dog’s afternoon walk – it’s still raining, but darkness is closing in, so there’s no delaying it. There’s three other dogs and their walkers on the field, so our dog gets a run around to use up some of her energy, but we’re soon headed back home to the warmth of the fire.
I have an appointment to see my Member of Parliament (Norman Lamb) on the 31st November, and I want to send him some details of the matter that I’m consulting him about (the local health trust’s refusal to fund exenatide for me, and the likely refusal of the trust to allow my neurologist to prescribe medicinal cannabis for me), so I make a start on an email detailing the circumstances so that he is up to speed with things.