Weekend

The weekend was quiet and I was made to rest as much as possible, for once I just didn't have the energy to resist. I did some cooking and tidying and playing with George, but Jon did the lion's share. My complete fatigue is evidenced by having taken only a couple of photos.

This from Saturday bathtime - whilst watching Tom Daley dive...

Then this one from Sunday afternoon...

Sunday night as well as being the closing ceremony of the games (rather bizarre and not a patch on Danny Boyle's incredible opening) was a real low point - I got ulcer-related tummy ache and was in the most pain I think i've ever been in. Poor Jon, not only does he have George to look after but he also has to witness me writhing around weeping in agony clutching hot water bottles and tasking fistfuls of Lansoprazole. After the fifth (not to be advised) my insides finally stopped screaming, with the usual after effects and I went to sleep with a sick bowl and an alarm set for 8am - The surgery managed to get me in for 10.20am with a new Doctor and she was brilliant. She listened to everything that had been happening and sent me straight from her room for blood tests - I also have to give in samples and then we reconvene next week. She said I may also need further tests at the hospital (endoscopy) but that we would get to the underlying cause and get it sorted out. As I went to leave, I asked, "It's not normal is it, to be feeling like this? the fever and the exhuastion?" "No, Anne, it's not, something is wrong but we'll get you better"
So in the meantime, I have a huge box of painkillers for the continuous headaches and have been told to rest as much as I can. Jon has done everything possible to allow me that time, especially yesterday which having been to the Doc and the bank (opened George an a/c with Halifax) meant going to bed until tea time. I've never felt so feverish and exhausted. Horrendous.