I went to my apartment today. Dad dropped me off, and I climbed the 3 flights of stairs to the door. I know that my recovery is going well as I did not feel too bad when I reached the top. I think my sticking skills are much better now as well, as it has been 5 weeks since I last went there.
After doing a good 4 hours at work, I was fairly tired… Danny popped in on his way home from his morning / early afternoons sporting events (disc golf, adventure golf, boule(?) and pool). He thanked everyone for their presents and cards, and then he went back home to change, and Mum and Dad went to Sainsburys.
Getting up was harder today. I must have been tired after yesterday.
Today was a good work day though, with plenty to do and some actual design work as well!!
Nothing much else to report. Just eating, sticking, eating, sticking, eating, exercises, bed.
I was woken up at 5:20am by Dad shouting that it was 5:20am, and was I getting up. I shouted back, that, no, I was getting up at 5:30am. Of course, I did not get back to sleep, and the alarm went off at 5:30am.
I got a call last night from Tracey saying that there were wasps going into the wall at the house. So, Dad and I went to Homebase this morning to get supplies. We just got some expandable foam. Dad said he needs some for the Tractor shed, so it was not an extra. Whilst I was waiting for Dad to pay, I noticed something that made me feel as if I was back in China.
Today I am just going to reflect on my recovery. I am getting bored of the whole “Got up, had breakfast”. I am sure anyone else who reads this feels the same. It was when I was lying in bed about to write this that I decided to change the style of this post.
The alarm went off at 7:00am this morning. I gunned the laptop into life, and realised that the internet was not working. So, I got up and showered, and then went downstairs. Mum and Dad had not even got up! So, I got all my breakfast things together, including a glass for my milk, and I think I embarrased them into getting up. Whilst eating my Weetabix, Dad restarted the router.
I planned to get up at 7:30am this morning. However, I got a phone call at 7:20am, and was on the phone for 20 minutes. That then put me back a bit. I checked my emails, so that put me back more, and then I missed my chance in the bathroom. I got downstairs for 9:00am.
Nothing much happened today. I was tired after all my sticking yesterday, especially my right shoulder. I must favour that arm more when I stick, or something like that. I breakfasted, sudokued, exercised and interneted.
Yesterday, I had decided that I would go to my apartment to make sure all was well. I could not connect to my VPN, so I knew something was up, it was just a case of finding out whether it was electrical or internetal. So, I was up earlyish, and had my normal breakfast, and then Dad took me to the apartment at around 10:45am.
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