There's not a day goes by without me thinking about my mum, and it's nearly always in the present tense - e.g. the other day when I saw a Jay in our front garden for the first time, I thought 'must remember to tell Mum that later'. Picked up a pretty bone china mug with blue tits on it in a shop last week and thought I'll get that for Mum, she'll love it. And then a second or 2 later I realise she's gone.
We like the TV programme Cold Feet, watched it years ago when it was first on and have enjoyed watching it again now they've updated and revived it. But last night's episode was about the character Jen's mum dying, and I had to leave the room in floods of tears, it was just too close to home, especially when her sister arrived at the hospital just too late to say goodbye, which is what happened to me and my sister (who's also called Jen).
I know it's very early days yet, it's just 6 weeks today since Mum died, it's still very new and fresh. I expect it will get less painful with time.
The pedicure was lovely (another thing that reminded me of Mum, she had a chiropodist come to the house regularly). The nurse appointment not so much....not because of Nurse Rose, she's very nice as it happens, it's just that I have to have yet more medication, more blood tests in a month, have to continue with BP checks at home (that in itself puts my BP up, having to check it all the time), and another appointment following the next tests to check on how I'm doing. And a long discussion about my high cholesterol, with gentle pressure applied (which I resisted) to go on statins. It's more stress that I could do without.
Sunny with bits of blue sky in amongst the clouds, but it's very windy. I'd like to go for a beach walk but really don't like walking in strong winds, I'm very much a fair weather walker. I don't mind if it's just cold, walking warms you up anyway, but I don't do wind or rain walking.