Post 486: There’s a sofa but no tv on the walk home.
I’m getting hot sweats that are like no other. Normal hot sweats don’t affect me too much but in this heat I’ve been afflicted with sweats that are really subtle when they arrive but then as they build, my whole body feels like it’s leaking from every hair follicle, not that I have much hair but you know what I mean.
I’ve had hormone treatment for four years now and there’s no sign of the flushes going away.
I live in hope they will disappear at some stage but there’s no suggestion just yet.r
My Darling started back at work today after eight weeks sick with her heart and calf muscle. I text her a few times and the replies were confidently positive that she’s taking it easy.
As for me I had a few things on my mind and decided to get up into town early for the drink with my old pal so I got out the house and trundled down the lane to the main road looking down at my phone. I have two Apps for the two bus companies that run busses past our nome but I’d missed one of them and was starting to look at the other when I looked up and saw the 53 booming along towards me, so with a total lack of sense I walked as fast as I could into its path waving my hand to catch it even though the ‘request stop’ was a good 50 yards away. The driver obviously saw me but I don’t think he wanted to stop at all. As he yanked on the anchors and I caught up with him I jumped on and paid the £1.90 while he told me how lucky I was as he was already late and didn’t want to stop. I bowed a few times and thanked him and promptly found a seat as we shot off towards the town only 6 stops away.
I was very lucky to get on that bus but it got me into town with an hour and a half before I was due to meet my mate so I had time for a few chores.
First I went into the Boots glasses shop where I ordered the glasses last week and asked for some advice.
“I have a cloudiness in my right eye”
“For how long?” The assistant asked,
“Just a few days” I replied,
“I’m sorry but you’ll have to pay for a checkup” she tentatively told me,
“No problems, Thursdays good, see you then (hopefully) ha ha” I chortled.
So with my slight cloudiness in my right eye attended to in three days I hope to be told it’s nothing much at all.
It’s just annoying nothing else but I need to have it checked even though I had my eyes checked in April of this year anyway.
I walked passed the café I would have a snack in later but before that I wanted to ask a question of Boots the chemist.
I waited patiently in line and when I got to the assistant pharmacist asked her if I could change my prescribing chemist to here. The reason was because the one I’m with is closing down. It’s the oldest chemist in town but is soon to be no more, I wonder what delight we shall have in its place? A Turkish barber, a charity shop, a nail bar or another vape shop.
With a few clicks of the keyboard and me answering a few questions she had transferred me over to Boots Chemist and my chores were done.
I walked happily back to the café to get a decaf latte and a bacon and egg baguette which I ate in the comfy chairs au fresco in the cool breeze. The only issue with that were the smokers enjoying their burning stick of cancerous tobacco, bless them.
The piggyback snack was lovely as I asked for it to be well-done, which it was as I enjoyed every bite. Yummy.
But my sweet tooth made me stroll to the pastry shop down the road for a cinnamon bun, one of them swirly ones, which I took away into the church graveyard opposite for a sit-down on a bench. I ate it slowly as I had 20 minutes before the mate was going to meet me so I savoured every cinnamony mouthful till it was time.
My pal was on time and we entered the very quiet club for a drink or two. The snooker tables were busy but not the rest of the club, in fact it was pretty empty. But we didn’t care and the beer was great so we just chatted away catching up with his redundancy that has led to a financial shake-down and his early retirement.
That was a shock and a nuisance but on the other hand it’s a bonus and a time to do something useful with the next few years while not working.
After a couple of beers and a good old chat we shook hands and parted company.
I went to view the bus timetables for my way home and check the apps too but there were no busses for 40 minutes, by which time I could usually walk home, except for the fact that I’ve not walked any great distance at all for months.
But I’ll try.
I had already walked more than I have done for ages so I was more confident than I would normally be and set off past a couple more closed shops and away past the biggest pub in town towards home. My legs and hips were calling out in protest of this undesirable walk home and my brain and heart shouted back to shut your nonsense and keep putting one foot in front of the other.
This they did, past the other bus stops (without busses) and a welcome sofa at the entrance to a posh home, which I could have gladly sat down on, but knew that I wouldn’t be able to get back off it if i did.
But I continued along and up and down untill I was nearly home and my Darling rang me asking if I needed picking up because she’d be in town in a jiffy.
I declined the offer and teased her that I was waiting for a bus.
Little did she know I’d walk very nearly all the way home and when she past me in her lovely car she saw I was only minutes from our front door. Ha ha.
I was pleased as punch as I open the front door and fell through it and onto a handy hallway seat, rescuing my legs from any more damn walking. But when I looked at the watch telling me that I had walked 1.14 miles (without the wandering from café to cake shop via the graveyard) which I felt was a real achievement.
I had an early night after a bun burger and haribos and a few drops of oramorph, what a great day, both of us survived and thrived and My Darling had enough energy to entertain a friend of hers throughout the evening too.
Sleep well
Take care
