I've read my book.
I've caught up with the Sunday paper.
I've spoken to the doctor in the hospital and my MS Nurse.
I set up my 'Out of Office' assistant on my laptop.
I've watched those episodes of Empire of Cricket I had hanging around on Sky+
I've sat through the property porn trilogy grand slam:
-> Relocation, Relocation
-> Grand Designs
-> Property Snakes & Ladders
I've had a long chat with my brother on the phone.
I've persuaded my father not to come up and babysit me when C. is away.
I've injected myself (left leg).
Now I'm just bored.
I feel essentially fine unless I try to stand up for any period of time. I had to pop to the doctor for a blood test this morning, and although I was barely out of the house for half an hour, it was long enough for my head to start pounding, to start sweating, for my eyes to become sensitive to light.... the works. As soon as I got home, I went straight back to bed. The trouble is that it turns out there are only so many things you can do when you have to lie flat on your back.....and the latest medical thinking is that I'm going to have to try to keep myself busy like this until Friday, at which point I'll either be feeling better or I'll need to have the hole in my spinal cord patched (oh, and it's only now that the doctors tell me that using analgesic is possibly counter-productive to the healing process... although actually I've already stopped taking any as it doesn't seem to work on this headache anyway)
Still, the second Test against Australia and the Open Golf both start on Thursday morning, so that's something.
And I managed to turn the TV off before Big Brother started.
I'm not that bored.
Not yet, anyway.
A man I hate
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