there's no place like home
Jan. 28th, 2006 05:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
llywelaGot back home to my own flat this afternoon. Feels like forever since I've been here - my dad came to get me at about 7.30am last Tuesday when I phoned all upset about my face being so swollen and painful, and apart from a brief dash through on Thursday to collect some clothes and toiletries I haven't been home since.
So much needs doing around the place. It can all wait!
I bring with me a handful of get well cards I seem to have accumulated, an enormous bunch of flowers my sister sent down from Withyham, and a selection of soft food and ready meals to get me through the next few days.
Have been well taken care of for the last couple of days since I came out of hospital, my mum and dad being great, but have escaped just in time as Small has now come down with a heavy cold, possibly flu, and has a raging temperature, headache, all over aches and pains, sore throat, etc. I don't want to catch that. Probably will, though, as I spent most of this morning cwtching her on the settee. This made an interesting change from the Calico cat, who practically velcroed herself to me when I arrived on Thursday. If I was sitting, she was on my lap; if I was lying down, she was cwtched up alongside me. She knows she is my girl.
Now begins the slow process of working out what day it is and what to do next. I'm not taking my Sunday School class tomorrow, that's for sure. Probably won't go back to work on Monday, either, unless I've started firing on a lot more cylinders between now and then. Boss said not to rush, so I won't. Feels weird, though - I've been off since Monday afternoon. I've never, ever taken so much sick leave in my life!
Will probably go in on Tuesday. Cyril will be giving me a lift in anyway, so I won't have to walk. And I've got a dentist appointment I'm going to keep. I was due for a checkup when all this blew up that we never got around to in the end, and I can maybe talk to him about how I really don't like having such a big gap in my mouth...
I'll get used to it in the end, though. Have to, really.
So much needs doing around the place. It can all wait!
I bring with me a handful of get well cards I seem to have accumulated, an enormous bunch of flowers my sister sent down from Withyham, and a selection of soft food and ready meals to get me through the next few days.
Have been well taken care of for the last couple of days since I came out of hospital, my mum and dad being great, but have escaped just in time as Small has now come down with a heavy cold, possibly flu, and has a raging temperature, headache, all over aches and pains, sore throat, etc. I don't want to catch that. Probably will, though, as I spent most of this morning cwtching her on the settee. This made an interesting change from the Calico cat, who practically velcroed herself to me when I arrived on Thursday. If I was sitting, she was on my lap; if I was lying down, she was cwtched up alongside me. She knows she is my girl.
Now begins the slow process of working out what day it is and what to do next. I'm not taking my Sunday School class tomorrow, that's for sure. Probably won't go back to work on Monday, either, unless I've started firing on a lot more cylinders between now and then. Boss said not to rush, so I won't. Feels weird, though - I've been off since Monday afternoon. I've never, ever taken so much sick leave in my life!
Will probably go in on Tuesday. Cyril will be giving me a lift in anyway, so I won't have to walk. And I've got a dentist appointment I'm going to keep. I was due for a checkup when all this blew up that we never got around to in the end, and I can maybe talk to him about how I really don't like having such a big gap in my mouth...
I'll get used to it in the end, though. Have to, really.
