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Date: 08 March 2006 12:17:12
I reckon the RAC website must be lying. It must have been more than 3.2 miles. That means I'm going to walking that distance four times - good grief! Still, it felt good to be walking the 3.2 miles home from going with Dad to the hospice. I planned to catch the bus but decided that, since I had gained an hour or two off school (and since I was going to need every penny for my new windscreen wiper motor and my new door) then it would be a good opportunity to see how far I could walk without getting out of breath. I had my pedometer on too, although it either reset itself when I dropped it or, and of course I go with this latter option, it went completely round the clock and started again from 0 as according to that I only managed two paces!
How kind of God to keep me cool on my walk and stop me overheating. The gentle rain was actually quite pleasant - though I must say it wasn't really pleasant enough to warrent the downpour that dogged the last mile of my walk! And by that time I was really really regretting having had a cup of coffee at the hospice before I set out. I mean, walking with your legs crossed isn't easy... running with them crossed is all but impossible!
The hospice nurses agree, naturally, with the Macmillan nurse so Dad will probably not be having a syringe driver fitted today but instead they'll be doing some tests to see if they can get to the bottom of the causes for the nausea. If it's a spread of the cancer then, to be honest, we'd rather not know at this stage but it could well be something easily treatable. It's quite a relief to have that decision taken off my shoulders for a while, although I hate being the custard cream squished between the two biscuits of the hospice and the GPs! Dad looked so pathetic when I left him at the hospice today - small and pale and lost - and he didn't want me to leave him. At least I know he's in the best place and can make the most of being at home alone today.
Ian, I can't believe your friends visited the Isle of Wight and didn't wave. Mind you, it's a long way from Australia to here just for the weekend! Why didn't you come with them?