Tuesday 11 December 2018

I have to PACE myself.

But how do I do that?

We were at Peterhead Hospital which is 12 miles as opposed to nearly 40 to Aberdeen.  Car park full.  I was thrown out at the entrance while the DP went to park the car.  So I go in, register at reception walk down the corridor and into the waiting area.  Sat down and then called immediately, even though we were half an hour early.  Into the nurse and peg put on finger, 77 out of 100.  Well I am not surprised.  Why wasn't I given chance to control my breathlessness before being called in?  So we sat and eventually oxygen went up to 92.  Then it was measure height and weight don't know whether it had altered at all since September.  As I never got chance to ask.  Straight in to the blow job.  Deep breath - pardon? -and blow.  Four times.  Once to make some pointer move.  Then 3 times into a computer read thing.  Back into waiting room.  Then into the consultant.  Continue on low dose antibiotic for another 2 months.  Wants to wean me off for summer.  

Counselling?  If I want to go to Aberdeen? No thanks.  So consultant will find out if there is anyone local for me to access and also I have to ask my physio.  Then it was I have to PACE myself.  Right.  Any advice?


I havent had a Macdonalds for some years and was so looking forward to it.  The only thing I recognised as tasting the same was the gherkin.  The DP was totally phased by having to dit the order into a screen.  The cappuccino was foul.  The place was full of very small children who all had a screen to play on.  What happened to the colouring in sheet?  The staff were wonderful.  A lady who cleaned things removed a chair so I could have the chariot alongside.  She had very apparent false teeth.  I suppose she was helping me to PACE myself.  But I actually felt like I was being patronised. 

Couldnt get out of there fast enough.


Home, well, second home.  The Prom.  Cold.  I breathed.



I was pacing myself so stayed hanging on to the railing.  So the following pics are by the DP.


Oystercatchers.



Redshank.


Redshank having a bath.


Surfer of the day.

I am trying very hard to think how I can pace myself.  I am pleased I have a future here but I really do not know how to PACE myself.

6 comments:

Bovey Belle said...

Well, I am guessing it is a result of sorts. I suppose pacing yourself is not overdoing it, so no running up hills Jill!! Making sure you rest (e.g. you can do that when you sit down to paint.) Enjoy life as you still are and breath in that sea air.

I thought I was mending until I tried a hill today. I think I need to get back into action as I see my specialist next month!

Lynn said...

It always seems to me that those who say, "pace yourself" haven't got a bloody clue.
I have been in bed a lot these past few weeks, with complications following the flu, "pacing myself"???
Just keep on keeping on and enjoy your prom and your painting xxx
Oh and remember the red stuff is medicine 😊

DUTA said...

Great photo! and I like your haircut.
The 'touch screens' at McDonalds are a smart innovation enjoyed by all ages. Their cappucino is not so good, but their fish fillet in a bun is a treat.

Antibiotics is probably what makes your ventures to the Prom possible. At this windy and rainy time of the year, one would normally come home from the sea area with colds, coughs and pneumonia. In your case, antibiotics protect you.

Penny said...

I think we all have to learn to pace our selves. If we over do things and fall in a heap obviously we didn't pace our selves! Love your photos, that lovely big sand hill, well I suppose it is a sandhill, always looks spectacular.

Thickethouse.wordpress said...

I think salt is healthy. My Dad had a patient who worked in the salt mines under Lake Erie for about six years. He said it was the most beautiful place he ever saw and he was never sick the whole time and felt wonderful. I'm sure that air by the Prom is also healthy, as is seeing all the beauty there.....Love that photo of you in McDs. You look really good.

Louise Stopford said...

Glad your hospital visit wasn't too daunting for you and sorry that your McDonalds was a let down after looking forward to it for so long. Getting back to The Prom must have made up for it all. Such a beautiful beach with beautiful views, not to mention those lovely Oyster Catchers. You sometimes mention the boats going into the Harbour. Do you have any photo's of the harbour? Keep on "pacing" yourself and enjoying your life.