It has been an introspective time, this last couple of weeks, which is probably natural when you live alone. And although I do a lot of things, sometimes my essentially solitary condition seeps into the soul and has an overall depressive effect. So I have not written anything, as there has been a bit of a pall hanging over me. My activities are still rather limited, due to the lymphoedema, and the wearing of the sleeve and glove. The glove is too tight around the thumb, causing numbness, and has also made it rather sore. The physiotherapist will probably order a new sleeve after taking measurements of swelling and fluid content, but I am hoping the glove might be given the flick. Tendons are now visible below the wrist. It is a bit sad when you get excited about the appearance of tendons and veins...
The hospital rang in response to my letter - I had thought there would have been a written response. I was told that my patient records were annotated with the information about the lymphoedema, and if that is so, staff were not consulting it, or taking heed of it. The saga continues. I think I will write suggesting they reimburse me for all the medical expenses. This sort of action might encourage the staff to be rather more careful.
At least I am getting quite a a lot of reading done, and last weekend I made some quince jelly. It takes a surprising amount of time, and the aroma drifts through the house. Perhaps I will make some cumquat marmalade next. I can't use up all the jam I make, but I give quite a lot away, and it is very satisfying to make it.
And Apologies to Molly, as I note that I used the same caption as she did on the last post. Tut, tut.