The Doctor is In

Start Of The Week

I'm finding that I've got a lot going on. Much personal/private-life stuff. And the regularity of going to the day hospital twice a week. On thursdays, I drop in at The Cottage for a sit down and a chat and a cup of tea. I'm lucky to have such a stable routine - well provided for by the statutory and voluntary sectors (as we call them over here). It's a funny thing, but I realise now that even when we don't necessarily seem to be making much use of the services these places provide, the very fact of their existence is a big help in itself. It becomes a bit like having family to lean on. Or even to impress, or to entertain, or whatever. Anyhow, I'm pleased with the way things are at the moment; so much so that I've felt able to approach the new consultant and talk about a worrying aspect of my health over recent months - some kind of epileptic-type fit. Not too dramatic but a concern nonetheless. We're going to see if we can get it checked out on a scan or something. So, good news and not so good news. I'm up late tonight checking my inbox and wondering whether to phone long-distance to catch up with my friend in America. She's five hours behind the U.K. clock. Goodnight to you all. Sweet dreams. Alan.