It's been a manic week here so apologies for the lack of blogs :-)
My last blog was way back on Thursday 11th Feb and it's been a week of feeling pooh - feeling fab - feeling very sad - feeling great - feeling rough - feeling knackered and feeling everything in between!
Just to put all your minds at rest - I'm ok with no sudden return of cancer or UTI's - just "normality" he says with a grimace!
Lat Friday was a very busy work day with a presentation to a potential new client first thing in the morning at Uxbridge. Presentation went well but I think they will probably stay with their existing team rather than taking a risk with us. But it was then onto a meeting in Brentwood with a existing client where we were presenting our thoughts and ideas half way through a study we are doing for them. It went very well and I think (subject to a few exchanges of letters) that we might have secured a lot more work with them over the next few years :-)
But the day wasn't over as we had another meeting late that Friday afternoon with a potential new client and that did go very well :-) Secured two studies from them and the potential of some quite big work in the future.
And all of Friday had been executed by a very bad cold. And I had felt pooh all day and was keeping lemsip and the tissue industry in business. So after the busy Friday I decided to do nothing over the weekend and to try and get rid of the head cold.
And so I snuggled down on the sofa to watch the rugby. Wonderful to watch with some hiding behind the sofa as Mr Wilkinson kept on missing with his kicks.
And so after a Saturday doing nothing I felt no better and was sick and tired of lemsip. But Saturday evening gave me a great evening with friends round for dinner. And the worst thing about a cold is the lack on desire to drink a nice glass of wine :-( but I did finish off the evening with a very large rum for medicinal reasons.
But on Sunday morning I felt like pooh again so decided to stay curled up on the sofa to ensure I was fighting fit for Monday.
And so it was on Monday that I felt as pooh as I had done all of last week. It was not fair! And people were worried that it might be leading to something else... the dreaded UTI and the need to spend a week in hospital on an IV antibiotic drip.
Tuesday I had a day of work but quite a relaxed local one including having a pub lunch with a doctor ordered pint of the old black stuff :-)
Wednesday was the 17th February and I had a lazy start before going off to Newbury for a sales meeting with the team. Still felt pooh with the head cold but I did manage a wonderful bowl of tomato soup for lunch :-) But it was a good positive meeting and great to see the business still doing quite good even with me only just back full time. And when I say full time I mean I work most days and sometimes all day rather than the seven days a week I used to work!
But it was straight from the meeting to the doctors for an appointment to get something to get rid of this bloody cold! And the doctor had the same cold as he sniffled and coughed he way through the appointment! After a thorough check up it was decided that it was just a cold and my doctor spoke such simple logic "Well it's only six months after your major operation so you are bound to be still in a weak state and it will take longer for you to shift a simple cold". I keep forgetting that part! So I walked out with my prescription for antibiotics as a preventative measure. Fingers crossed.
Thursday was a very sad day. My cat Bexington who was over twenty years old had been going down hill for the last few weeks and the last treatment he had of steroid and vitamin B injections had not worked and it was now more than four days since he had eaten anything and he was starting to show the signs that we all never want to see.
And so I made the call to the vets just after they had opened the receptionist was very good as we talked it through and an appointment was made for later in the afternoon. And whilst I was sad I was holding it together at this stage.
Then came the time to start telling people. I emailed T and just burst into tears half way through writing the email. I then sent a text to the kids and again I lost it.
I felt numb. I didn't feel guilty about what I had decided to do. Bex had had a wonderful life of over 20 years. 20 years with me as his slave. 20 years of catching his chosen wildlife for a quick snack between meals. 20 years of simple happiness. :-)
But the afternoon soon moved on to the time when I had to take him to to vets.
It was a sad time but a good time. He went off to kitty heaven whilst purring in my arms. Very quick and dignified. Oh that I can go the same way when it's my turn.
Friday was back to work with a trip to Croydon - a hair cut - a trip to the bank - being sick and then going home to snuggle on the sofa again. I even watched the live Eastenders for some reason!
I'm feeling a bit better this Saturday morning. Cold is certainly on it's way out. Stopped the lemsips now and going to keep resting the whole weekend!
All the best to all of you out there
Andrew xxx
