11 March 2013

Whatever possessed me to cycle to work today of all days, I haven't the slightest idea. It looked kind of still and delicate out there by the time I left home. Grey sky, no birdsong, freezing wind from the north. At 3 pm tiny icy pellets started to hammer on my office window and I actually felt very adventurous looking out. By the time I got ready to cycle home, my bike was covered in a white crust and I bravely tightened my hood and set off into the sunset. Only it wasn't a sunset but a forest path covered in ice. All 7 km of it. Which I had to walk while it was getting very dark. There were a couple of other cyclists idiots on the way and we muttered our greetings like the fools we were. Even R could not stop himself sniggering, why on earth did you take the bicycle. Ha ha and bloody ha.

My lovely immunologist left a message on the answerphone that I should go for one week without immune suppression to give the stomach and the gums and the esophagus and whatever else a chance to heal. There are so many sore areas that I fear a week will not be enough but one must accept the little blessings. And hope for the best.

I really miss coffee. Badly.


4 comments:

  1. Thinking of you. Sending love and encouragement. Yes, the little blessings.

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  2. Oh no - no coffee? I'm not surprised that the 'sore areas' are acting up if you don't have access to the world's best elixir. Hugs to you and best of luck for the upcoming medical mechanics...

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  3. May the healing go well and may the 'itisses' disappear from your immunologist's vocabulary.

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  4. What Ellena said! Would it be okay if you bought yourself some coffee-flavoured candies??

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