I feel completely uninspired today.
This is not, in itself, unusual, particularly in the run up to a major fair. But it is compounded by a sense of helplessness in the face of stronger forces.
PP is most definitely not her usual self. Even the short trip downstairs completely exhausts her, and we have to time her sojourns very carefully in order to ensure that she retains just enough energy to make it back upstairs again before reaching the point of no return.
It is now two weeks to the day since she was discharged from hospital, and we had imagined that she would be fully recovered by now. However, although the excruciating pain has mostly subsided, the remaining overwhelming weakness and breathlessness combined have not.
Having exhausted the limited resources of our GP, I rang the Cardiology Call Centre at our local hospital this morning, in the hope of arranging an appointment for her, this side of the next millennium.
Initially I got nowhere with the helpful but ultimately helpless receptionist who suggested yet another visit to the GP for a referral letter, upon receipt of which they would arrange an appointment within the next 4-6 weeks.
Patiently I explained that having been an inpatient just a few weeks ago, and having had no end of problems since, perhaps a referral letter was now somewhat redundant.
Cue much rustling of papers and sotto voce discussion with someone 'offline' and lo and behold, there is now a cancellation for tomorrow.
Sometimes persistence pays off...............let's hope we get some answers, and more to the point, some action to put right what has so patently gone wrong.
In the meantime I have to attempt to drum up the enthusiasm to try to make some inroads into the 'urgent' tasks awaiting me in the workroom.