Well, all in all my 65th birthday was a fairly awful day.
I woke up coughing at 5:00 a.m., about the 4th time during the night.
I walked the dog in the woods, taking advantage of the fresh air, but always reliant on my walking stick in case of dizzy spells.
I then spent most of the day doing sedentary jobs, interspersed with fits of coughing.
Late afternoon Chrissy took me shopping for a better chair as a birthday gift. My current armchair is not comfortable either in upright or recline mode, and needs a sever kicking to “unrecline”.
We then went to the stables, where I spent an hour sitting on a bench launching a ball for Sparky until he was exhausted.
I took to my bed at around 8:00 pm, but at about 9:30 woke up with such a cough that I ended up vomiting out of the bedroom window!
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Today has been much better.
Although I did not feel up to taking Sparky for a walk this morning, due to dizzy spells, we did play “kick ball – fetch ball” in the garden for a long time.
I then spent a couple of hours in the sunshine painting bases for and touching up my 1/1800 warships ready for the start of the forthcoming Cape Matapan game.
The fresh air seems to do me good.
I had to intersperse the painting with accommodating a persistent dog with a ball. I think that helps my health issues too.
I also spent a short time indoors working on the administration of my PBEM Market Garden campaign.
We actually got around to starting the cake bought for yesterday that was abandoned due to health issues and my lack of general interest in actually having a birthday!
Late afternoon I had a relapse, and awoke in the armchair to find that Chrissy had almost finished building the new chair that was delivered this morning. I have to say that this chair and footstool combo is far more comfortable than the old reclining armchair.
And so to bed at 10:00 pm. This is about the latest bedtime for several weeks! And I am feeling up to writing something for the blog.
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Sorry to read that you were unwell on your birthday. Getting to 65 used to be a milestone, but since the changes to the law, it seems to have lost a bit of its significance. I’m 70 in February, and even now I somehow can’t raise much enthusiasm to do anything to celebrate.
I have had a cold for some time that will not go away, and can sympathise regarding the effects of lack of sleep, disrupted sleep, and general physical and metal lethargy. In my case, I’ve done small things that don’t require much concentration … and not tried doing anything that needs real concentration if I am feeling tired.
My wife and I planned to go to the seaside today for some fresh air, a walk along the prom, and a large plate of fish and chips … but the weather forecast looks bad and it looks as if we wont be going. (I’m secretly rather glad, as I had a really bad night’s ‘sleep’ and don’t feel up to the drive to the seaside and back.)
I hope that you feel better soon,
Bob