The past few weeks, digested

It is past 10.00pm and I have just started to write a blog post. I have a rule not to blog past 10.00pm, and I am breaking it because I’m not going into work tomorrow. The reason I have this rule is that if I blog too late at night I then spend rather a large proportion of the night fretting about what I’ve written. I have found that this is more likely to be the case if I have been eating corned beef hash. Eating corned beef hash is possibly not a good idea at any time, never mind just before bed. Anyway, I will not be pressing ‘publish’ tonight, so hopefully there will be no fretting.

The next day…

There was some fretting, but not about my blog post, just in general. I cried all over Mr C for no real reason and then went to bed and dreamt about Facebook, of all things. For goodness’ sake. I do worry about my mind, sometimes.

I think I will work backwards with the ‘news’, such as it is, if that’s ok. So, today, I am having a day off - hence I am writing a blog post in the middle of the day, as opposed to stamping books, shushing people or carting trollies about (because that really is what I do all day at work). Not really! No, I really have got the day off, I just don’t do those stereotypical librarian things at work. Well, not all the time.

Today I got up very late. Shamefully late, actually. I have trouble getting out of bed if I don’t have a specific reason for doing so. Also, I have been ill and still am a bit (just a cold, fear not) and people told me to rest, so I did. Eventually I got up and so far today I have achieved the following: 

• Had a cup of tea
• Watched ‘This Morning’
• Watched a tiny bit of the news
• Made lunch (Potato, egg, yellow pepper, chicken and cheese fried together)
• Did all the ironing. There was lots of it.
• Faffed about on the computer. I am still doing this.

Last Tuesday…

 I got plugged in. Into a 24-hour ECG monitor, that is. It was a new experience for me, although not particularly exciting,  It was a bit like having a small pet attached to me. I had to take it with me everywhere, make sure it didn’t get wet, or fall off me, or get dropped down the toilet, etc.

The idea of it is to make a recording of your heart’s activity over 24 hours to see if or when there are variations in the rythm of the heart beat, and whether or not these variations can be explained by the activity being undertaken, or whether they’re abnormal. The recorder is quite small, just about the size of a thick credit card, and there are just three leads that are attached to strategic places on your chest. I was wondering whether there would be more leads, like when you have a normal ECG, and wasn’t quite sure how practical that would be! I won’t find out the results for a while, as they have to be sent to the consultant who will then write to me. I suspect she’ll wait until after the next exciting instalment of tests, in September.

The week before that…

I think this was the week that the in[laws came to stay. We had one, two, or three people staying, at various times. It was fun. They’re pretty good, as in-laws go, although there were some scary moments involving my mother-in-law and a game of Monopoly. Realised yesterday that we still have the Monopoly board! Hooray!

The week before that…

I was in Norway. It was lovely. The country is very beautiful, the people were friendly and I got to know my in-laws a bit better. If you would like to see a selction of photos please have a look here. As you will be able to see, it is very scenic. We went from Trondheim, which is in the north-ish middle to Gerainger, which is in fjord country, in the south. We then travelled back to Trondheim, then took the overnight train to Bodø, then the ferry to the Lofoten islands, above the Arctic Circle. We stayed in a small fishing village called Å.  If I ever need to run away and hide from everything, I know where I’m going! Oh, no, now so do you! Oops…

Here’s a little map I drew to show our journey to Lofoten:

Don’t worry, I’m not planning to become a cartographer just yet.