Up The Farway Tree

Adapting

I am thankfully starting to feel better now, so will hopefully avoid the threatened hospital admission and be able to take my trip to London next week as planned. However, unfortunately, I am still feeling very breathless on any exertion which has been limiting my activities to those which generally involve little or no movement. That would be lying in bed, sitting all day on the sofa and walking between the two. Funnily enough, it becomes a little 'samey' after a while. I decided today I would try and take Seb out for a short walk and get myself back into some sort of exercise routine. I made it to the end of the road and back at what can only be described as a snails pace. Seb normally 'trots' when he is out for a walk, but today I was moving so slowly he had to do this weird skulking motion, not unlike a prowling cat. He looked really odd - I was secretly pleased though, as I hoped it would distract any passers by from the fact I was shuffling along like an old lady.

Although I can laugh, I also feel frightened by this new lack of mobility. I feel as if my world is slowly closing in on me, that gradually more of the things I love to do are being snatched from my reach and I am left with a feeling of increasing isolation. Today I just wanted to take Seb a long walk, to enjoy the fresh air and to feel I had accomplished something. Instead it was more like a hobble along the street, then 5 minutes sitting in the hallway recovering enough energy to remove my coat and the dogs lead, before taking up my trusty place on the sofa once more. A bit of an anticlimax all round. I am hoping things will improve over the next week with the oral antibiotics, and maybe its just taking longer to recover because this infection has lingered on. I know that I will find ways around these ever evolving issues. I will adapt, learn and develop new ways of coping; all I can do in the the face of such a fluid and changing situation. I just wish the goal posts would stay still for a little longer, that's all.

As a coping strategy to being stuck in the house this week, I have been trying to take photos of the birds in my garden. There have been lots of fledglings in the past week, so I've borrowed dads super dooper zoomy camera to try and capture some of the fluffy wee things (as illustrated in my photo of the week). I ventured outside with the camera earlier to try and take some shots from the top of the garden. As I slowly skulked up the garden path, in my stealth bird watcher like way, I became aware of someone or something following me. Yes, it was Seb. He feels the need to investigate everything and proved to be a great hindrance to my bird photography plans - wandering into shot, chasing off potential customers and leaving doggy nose prints on the camera lens. Needless to say most of the shots ended up with Seb as the main subject. No surprise there then.

Since we don't give Seb any toys, he has to resort to playing with small twigs:




If I don't update during the week its because I'm off to London on Wednesday for the awards ceremony, and more importantly, the Mary Poppins show. The awards show will be shown on Saturday 2nd June on Five Life at 7.30pm. The Daily Mail article should be in this Tuesdays health section. If its not, then I suspect the interview I gave was either:
a) to a bogus journalist
b) to an entirely different newspaper
c) a complete figment of my imagination

I wouldn't be surprised if it was C. I did momentarily think the fan at my bedside was a giant face last night - the lights were off and I was half asleep, but I'm not sure that entirely explains it. Best not to tell people these things eh? Oops too late.