It is the most beautiful morning blue sky and warming up nicely for what promises to be a perfect summer’s day. I just hope this lasts for the weekend for the cricket, for I am to determined to go, despite the reservations by those around me. These reservations are reasonable enough, in the light of the weakness following my recent bout with the morphine patches but if I give up at the first fence then that could well mean the end of my visits to Lord’s and I have bought tickets for my friends all the way through to September.
Decided not to go out into the garden in my electric wheelchair, after all, as the temperature was around 12°C and there was a chilly wind. Apart from that I still felt pretty drained by the withdrawal symptoms I had suffered from the morphine side just took a quiet day.
I didn’t want to start off this entry, moaning about my condition but, for the sake of completeness, despite my new heel protectors I had a similarly painful and uncomfortable night again which, distressed me more than I can say as I constantly woke up ‘my lovely’. As a result I then they lazy day marked feeling like doing very much at all.
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