I was so grumpy this morning! I have definitely come to the conclusion I am not made for living in a block of flats! Which is a pity as I don’t have the money or the energy to move home.
I went to bed early last night, in the hopes of getting up refreshed for my trip to the pharmacy, the opticians and the hospital. Instead I ended up with about three hours sleep!
The downstairs neighbours had about fifteen adults and eight children banging doors and the kids screaming up and down the flat. Don’t kids have a bedtime anymore. The adults kept trekking out to the car park, slamming the front door and the main door to the block on the way out and coming back in…every bloody time. I was wakened up at midnight, then 2am and finally 5.20am. I got up at 5.30am and put on the 1812 overture on both Alexa’s. At least it drowned out the noise and I like the 1812 overture. I will say that I knew every other flat except for downstairs was empty and there is no one in the flat on the other side so it wasn’t like I was bothering anyone else. Then I ran through my choir songs at full croaky voice!
I spent the rest of morning getting myself ready and decided to leave an hour earlier than I had planned to. Just so I could escape the ongoing mayhem. When I got to the pharmacy there were nine people in front of me in the queue. I wasn’t bothered about the wait. I had Jacob Collier on Spotify, and inside my headphones I was happily dancing in my own little bubble.
Once I picked up my medication I headed for the opticians. I was a little anxious that I had chosen my new frames too hastily I was pleasantly surprised though when I tried them on. They fit really well and are more lightweight than the old pair. More importantly I can definitely see better. I hadn’t realised how much more I was straining to see small text. Where’s the best place to visit once new glasses have been donned? Why the bookshop of course! Fortunately there is a very large bookshop right next to the opticians! I managed to avoid buying any more books. Although it would have been cheaper to buy a book than the latest edition of Pianist magazine, which of course I left with a copy of.
I went and had some lunch and tried out my new specs on the current novel I reading. I’m really enjoying The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. I’ve actually never read it before although I’ve seen the televised version. The print in the edition I have is woefully small and I was excited to see how my new glasses fared. Ah much better, no more squinting.
I have iBooks and the kindle app on my phone. I know it would be easy to download a digital version where I can enlarge the font. There is nothing quite like having a physical copy of book. The feeling of turning a proper page and the weight and sensation of a solid book. It feels wonderful. Also when I’m reading a really good book I don’t want the spell broken. That’s the issue with reading digital content on my phone. At least with a book there is no messages showing up, no notifications from social media or various WhatsApp groups or emails. Just an uninterrupted dive into another world.
I got to the hospital about fifty minutes before my appointment. I headed straight for the piano at outpatients. I was pleasantly surprised. Being a Sunday the outpatients desk was closed as was the cafe and shop. The foyer was deserted. Perfect! I got comfortable at the piano and started out with some two octave arpeggios. As I got through the first couple of bars of River Flows in you a member of staff wandered round the corner. She stayed and listened as I played through the piece. She said she enjoyed the musical interlude on her way to another department. I played for a little longer and then made my way to radiology, before I got completely carried away.
I could feel my alters bristling. Hospital settings are a difficult trigger. We booked in at radiology and made our way to ultrasound. We were taken in more or less on time. The next trigger was a that it was a male on his own doing the ultrasound. Made more difficult because the light has to dim in the as he is looking at the screen. Some alters ran through chords. The rest of us watched the weird patterns on the screen as he ran the probe over our fingers, hands and wrists. It took about ten minutes. At the end he said he couldn’t see any inflammation. I wasn’t surprised by this at all. My rheumatoid arthritis went into remission about five years ago. My hand and fingers had started flaring up earlier in the year. Since I’ve been using a scaler healing device things have improved. I get odd bouts of wrist and finger pain but this confirms it’s not an inflammation issue.
I run the inflammation program on my scaler device daily. I really believe it helps. I’m so grateful to have it and it stays on my person except for when it’s charging.
The bus back to town arrived within five minutes of leaving the hospital. I was going to get a taxi home from town but as luck would have it the hospital bus changed route at the bus station and went to my estate! The money saved on the taxi made me feel less guilty about the piano magazine.
When I got home the chaos was continuing downstairs and my heart sank. After an hour though they all left and quiet had continued to reign. Yay.
I’ve out on the balcony moon gazing and giving gratitude for how well today went despite my lack of sleep and grumpiness.
Time now to get back to The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy with better vision.
Phoenix
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