A busy month ahead with the usual hospital visits - thankfully my hospital is only 20 minutes away depending on traffic and the chemo unit where I go for blood tests, change of pump and platelets is a haven of peace with a very competent, well organised and friendly team of staff. I'm always made very welcome and find the whole experience very relaxing.
I am getting out more on the bike and am feeling well in general. I have been attending an untutored portraiture class which is very reasonably priced. It does feel slightly sinful though to be going off drawing first thing on a Monday morning.
Went up to London mid-month for number 3 son's graduation - an unbelievably hot day.The usual mix of boring ceremony and slap up lunch. No one on his course has got a job - well it is graphic design and we are in the middle of a recession. Husband Nick had to drive back for work the next day but I had decided to make the most of it and stay on in the student flat for another day in London, returning in the evening by train.I spent the remainder of the afternoon and early evening visiting the Art Galleries and then returned to the flat by bendy bus - probably not a good idea with a compromised immune system to be squeezed cheek by jowl in with the random mix of humanity that makes up London transport passengers. As my son and his flat mate, were out celebrating the end of the course with the other graduates, I spent a few hours "chatting" to his flatmate's mum who was also staying in this 2 bedded flat. (Another occupant was expected back, he was "living" in a large cupboard. So all in all a pretty crowded night!The flatmate's mum being Portuguese with a smattering of English and my Portuguese being totally non-existent it made for an interesting evening but it was amazing how many subject we still managed to cover.
The next day was spent on Oxford Street checking out possibilities for the wedding outfit for number 1 son's wedding in August. Living in the backwater of Dorset you forget how demanding a trip to London can be so I was glad to collapse onto the train at 8.30pm.
As my kidney function was playing up with raised creatinine levels my cyclosporin was stopped. I think this decision was to do with the fact that we were going away on holiday. The staff very kindly let me have the pump disconnected for the duration of the holiday and as usual made sure I was topped up with blood and platelets
Having taken cognisance of the objections to our previous trip to Spain we had booked 10 days away to the west coast of Scotland. The weather was very good considering that we were in Scotland. It was never very cold and most of the rain was overnight. It certainly didn't stop us going for long hikes (13 miles one day) and the day we chose to go across to Ulva was blisteringly hot. A German walker we met took great delight in telling us that his friend had texted from England to say they were caught in a deluge. The holdiday was problem free from an AA point of view and very relaxing. On our return journey we even managed to fit in an overnight stay with some friends on a boat and go out sailing with them.
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