Ice Art.
Yesterday we were both not feeling very well, both of us feeling nauseous, for me it was because I had managed to gulp in alot of air while I slept and during waking up.
But maybe we always got a touch of the winter flu because when Richie got me out of bed I had already pooped, we had not noticed a thing.
That explains why I was not feeling very well, mind you I had also gulped air and gently burping throughout the day did relieved the pressure.
But it was the upset stomach that was really the cause of mine and Richie’s problems think I felt so unwell and miserable that everything else became an insurmountable mountain yesterday.
On top of all that I could not hold the mouse at all, not even in my fist, nothing I tried worked and I could do nothing but stare at the screen, a blank screen
Could not click anything open, could not read, write or listen because my index finger would just not work.
Felt very unhappy and then I also discovered that my eyesight is also getting weaker, can‘t see the colour of the dogs eyes with my glasses on at night.
That really freaked me out, and when I could barely read my emails because all the colour seemed drained out of the mails, I felt like sobbing.
That for me seemed to be it and I started thinking this is the end game and got really scared as it was quicker than I thought it would be.
Felt very worrying that everything could be over so soon but guess that is life one minute you are right in the middle of it and then the next minute your life is suddenly over.
Later after Richie had showered me and I had done my leg exercises on the Motomed I felt better.
Then I started thinking end game?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Not right now not if I have anything to say about it and started to think about the various ways that I could carry on using the laptop for as long as possible.
As soon possible I need to have my eyes tested and get new glasses.
Think that watching the Elvis Presley story did not help yesterday, was heartbreaking seeing again how his manager, had no clue about music and a musical talent like Elvis.
He literally killed the golden boy and we lost that beautiful rock and roll voice at the age of 42.
Next week I have an appointment with Ludwine, my wonderful ergotherapist from the Amsterdam Rehabilitation Clinic (RCA), she could be just the person to discuss my recent problems with.
So another day brings other thought and other strategies, we will see I certainly intend to be around for quite awhile yet.
Keeping warm and positive.
