I decided today to run two themes in this blogspot of mine, one a collection of memories, primarily for my children so that they know where their Dad came from culturally, and the other a record of my day to day thoughts. We'll see where this takes us, or maybe just me ...
Let's get started. Today we've been to Cheltenham on the bus. We love the bus. Our concessions mean we are delivered to the town centre free of charge. At least the general public have been spared we 'oldies' clogging up the road in our car and using a precious parking space. This is a relaxing day, so it's coffee, cake and a mooch around Waterstones, followed by lunch at La Tasca. It's consistently good, and we love choosing a selection of old favourites and new interesting dishes.
Another advantage of bus travel is that I'm free to have a glass wine with my tapas.
I'm feeling good.
Luckily.
Not every day is a good day. Until a few weeks ago I was feeling good most days. By following medical and nutritional advice, I had made encouraging progress since my heart attack three years ago. I was walking up to three miles daily, enjoying two exercise sessions a week, expertly led by Denise and, frankly, feeling a bit smug about my progress.
Then one morning I woke up feeling awful.
I found my daily walk to town was hard going, and had to get home by bus. I was devastated. Where had all my good progress gone? And I was no better as time went on.
I went back to my doctor for advice.
To avoid being even more boring, I was put on the highest dose of my drugs and await an appointment with a cardiac consultant later this month. To be continued ...
But I do have good days among all the bad ones, and today has been such a one. I've enjoyed it, despite the rain.
It rained in Cheltenham today.
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