I was really looking forward to saturday evening as my husband and i had been invited to a party of "selected" friends (i:e people who knew of my condition so i did not get stressed about how people would react).Not too many folk just enough to get along and enjoy some music and ,if i was up to it ,have a dance with the old man and girlfriends.
So ,i made sure I rested up all day to conserve my energy.
But my body was n`t up to it-I just could not control the saliva that filled my mouth ,and i kept coughing until i started to bleed .just a little and it soon stopped.
I did get in a bop to a few oldie Goldie songs and it was nice to try and chat with my whiteboard,to a few friends I had not seen for a while,and i am glad i went,even if i was the first to leave.
But the next day,I felt bad,and i do not know if some of it is pshychological,as i sit back and look on with envy at people singing their hearts out at the beatles songs,and laughing ,or I am surprised at how litle i can do physically any more.
Maybe a bit of both-anyway it depressed me on Sunday ,but by the afternoonI was up cooking good old roast beef and yorkshire pudding (which did not turn out too well for a yorkshire girl) for her beloved son who was about to wend his way back to the u.k.and needed feeding by his mum (well,I wanted to do it ,ifthe truth be told)
The sun is shining here in Paris ,so i might just go for a stroll.