Profuse Apologies

Here I go again, needing to say sorry.

I have ignored you. Partly through busyness, partly through being down in the dumps.

Let me tell you about yesterday. Yesterday was a good day. I remarked to Fiona that yesterday was the first day for a long time that I genuinely felt like I was getting better. My legs are noticeably better, and things definitely do seem to have taken a good turn.

Then I woke up in the night, feeling rather strange. My left ear feels like it has a tennis ball in it, and the hearing is rather strange. Quite a lot of pain, too. Thankfully, my balance is unaffected, although I do feel decidedly off colour.

I suppose it just makes me feel a bit like Job. (If you don't know the chap, try the Old Testament of the Christian Bible) I'm usually the last one to spiritualise things, but it's starting to feel to me like I am being deliberately put through the mill. Just when I was looking forward to enjoying the optimism that comes from being better, along comes something else to drag me down.

So, the question for me is - can I bounce back and triumph over this new situation?

Sadly not. At least not so far. I have been right down in the pit as a result. I'll snap out of it, I know - but what a load of hassle.

I have work to do - much of it involving hearing stuff. I phoned the doctor and she cannot see me till next week. Terry is trying to pull some strings - I might yet be saved by a pleasant doctorial intervention. My dear doctor - she has already earned herself so many medals - I can hardly blame her for being busy.

So, there we go, another extremely personal voyage through my seemingly unending tale of woes. It's a shame, because so much that is good is happening. Fiona has just opened up her very own Specsavers store and it seems to be going very well indeed. I am really very happy for her. She has dreamed of this moment for so long and now it has finally happened.

Actually, writing all of this down has helped a bit. Now I must get on with some work.

I'll write again soon, and with some good news, I hope.

Comments

[Humphrey Lyttelton]

Have you thought of changing the name of this blog to 'I'm Sorry I Haven't a Cure'? Here's wishing you a wellness that is beyond your most modest expectations, Humph and Samantha.

[AndyC]

Yes, I am well aware that these ongoing depressing postings are annoying to all you who have to read them, and that my current burst of illness has gone way beyond a joke.

I can only apologise and promise to be well again soon.