So, this week has been surreal. The country has gone onto lockdown and to be perfectly honest I am scared. Both me and Linda continue to work though as we are both classed as ‘key workers’. I have not seen my kids for a week and a half due to them still being in isolation.
I have praised several of Linda’s virtues, but one thing she does that I don’t like is ‘move stuff’. She calls it tidying, but I see it as a menace. Today I had to go for a blood test, this is due to some of the tablets I am on – they need to monitor the Lithium levels in my system. I had planned to run to the hospital and then run back, which was about a 3 mile round trip. But I woke having pain in my calf when I walked and didn’t want to run so thought I’d jump on the bus (which stops outside the house). However, my wallet could not be found. I looked everywhere – in all the cupboards, behind stuff, under stuff and even in all of the coats hanging up. Nowhere! I was forced to walk to the hospital as the car park had been closed to patients. Actually, as it happened a slow gentle walk did me the world of good and freed up my leg to a certain degree.
When I got home I carried on looking for my wallet, Linda called when I was looking and I casually asked if she had seen it. She bit my head off and told me I needed to be more tidy and look after stuff and made it quite clear she would not be helping to find it. Oh right, I thought perhaps she hadn’t moved it – like the time the TV remote was found in her Gym bag 3 months after going missing! Que 3 minutes later, my phone rings. Linda again; I have your wallet – it was in my bag. Sigh…
It feels silly but for no reason while sat in the kitchen having a cup of tea I burst into tears for no reason. While I was walking I had some negative thoughts and they got to me. I feel trapped.
But in positive news I now have some gym kit, so I can continue doing my PT sessions over FaceTime with Zoe. Fortunately she dropped them off before lockdown came.
Bipolar Ironman 