eautiful sunrise at my favourite time of year. I’m off to London again to the UCLH Research Facility to collect the next batch of drugs (along with a blood test, weight measurement and questionnaires etc). Visit 5 (out of 10) and the time is flying by. We’re in week 36 out of 96 and, without wishing my life away, I’m already looking at what research is coming along in future to see if I can take part.
I’m noticing more and more the little things that have to be adapted: doing the ironing takes longer when your left arm doesn’t do as requested; buttering toast has to be done with the “wrong hand”; buttoning a shirt takes a while longer as I wrestle with fingers that move like sloths.
Sitting on the train is slightly uncomfortable as the evil thumbs wielded during my massage left quite a bit of bruising (well it feels like it anyway!) but my back and hips feel so much better than they have done in weeks so I’m hoping that the end is in sight for my back pain and I’ll be able to get a bit fitter for the Portsmouth Marathon just before Christmas (sorry, was I supposed to be taking it easy?)
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