I showed up. I am here for the next instalment.
Here goes….Dear Diary (that is how you are meant to start isn’t it?)
You will pleased to know that I am feeling better than I did yesterday. The gloom clouds are’t hovering so no goggles are needed for crying into….yet (See January 6th 2025 for reference).
The pain levels are pretty yucky, especially the sciatic and shoulder areas. However, the drugs and hot water bottles are keeping things under control.
It would appear that the Government, all of which are medical experts (aren’t they?) are hinting that they will restrict or even not allow some treatments – specifically operations – for people who smoke or are obese. Not new news. To be honest, this is already policy in most NHS Trusts. Apparently they will give us all a ‘weight loss programme’ (diet?) to follow. I mean, if this worked, we wouldn’t have an issue with obesity by now would we? Obs we all the same, so the same eating programme will work for all of us, won’t it? Oh, and of course, we can all exercise without our new knee, hip, shoulder etc that we may be waiting for because it doesn’t hurt at all – ooooh noooo. It is enough to drive you towards smoking to calm your nerves. 
The paint company is still refusing to die. It is very sad that we have had to close it down. It is stressful, traumatic and downright annoying. Stretching the process out is not helping my mental health.
Had a trip to the Charity Shop to drop yet more stuff to keep the Air Th’ambulance flying. I then headed to see Auntie G. My mission was to drop of Bill (or Ben), a fancy dress costume. Apparently they like that sort of thing for the staff – yes I am shrugging with the sore shoulder again as I type this, I too don’t always understand the ways of care homes. As it was a ghost of New Year Past (well passed), I was happy to find it a new home. G also needed a new watch battery so, I collected her time piece and had a chat with her. She isn’t so well actually. A cough has reappeared. Never a good thing with someone who is 90 yeas old.
On returning home, I was exhausted from rehoming Bill/Ben. I lit the fire, got a book out and then fell asleep. I will blame the falling to sleep on the fibro combined with the toasty fire rather than the book being a touch boring. Just saying. You will also be pleased to know when AA arrived home, I was informed that I didn’t light the fire correctly. For those of you that know him, you will not be surprised that this advice was issued to me – I never get it right. Hey Oh.
Oh, and last thing for today. I completed a 16 hour fast at midday. I am trialing doing some ‘fast’ days in a week. I was, I admit, getting a bit peckish by the time I prepared a bit of pasta for lunch. Not eating for 16 hours is the only thing that is ‘fast’ about me at the moment! Anyway, I will report on how it is making me feel, dear diary, after about a week.