Tom has returned. His work was awarded a prize by the British Society of Immunologists (Huzzah!). Success abroad was not matched by that at home, however: the only sense in which my days alone might be said to be successful is that nothing seriously went wrong. By Tuesday I was absolutely knackered – I got out of the shower and realised I didn’t have enough energy left to put my clothes on. I just had to climb back into bed. And things hit a very low point yesterday when I found myself stumbling zombie-like around the park in my pyjamas. (Bruce’s needs are simple, but they are needs.) The experience of the past few days has made me reflect on many things:
1) It is quite remarkable how many energy-sapping actions are involved in the basic business of getting through a day.
2) Things must be extremely difficult for those in similar situations who don’t have someone around to take the slack off.
3) Tom really is some sort of star.
4) Getting around on frozen ground with a wonky body is tough.
5) I am still a very long way indeed from being ‘well.’
This last might seem a disheartening realisation, but in some ways it is a useful one as well. As a normally productive and busy sort of person, there have been many times over the past month or so that I have berated myself for doing too little. Sometimes I really need to remind myself that the reason I don’t seem to be doing very much is that I don’t yet have the energy to do it. Hey ho.
Outside, things are starting to thaw. I need a little time to recoup, but I’ll be back very soon with fishy photos and a pattern.