Still experienceing what it is like to be ill rather than just a person. Reducing the steroids, another 6 days before totally weaned, and while I take them odd things happen to me. Can't wait to be off them.
Friends have phoned up-- they have shared expeirneces about MRIs (yes it really is hideously noisy. Why is that? and steroids and only having one eye. There are 4 of us at the Bridge club= maybe we should start our own team of 4 called 4 eyes..
The best thing is that Spring is actually happening. January is always a dreadful month and Februrary not much better. There are snow drops everywhere and celandine too.
The thing I want to share is the way to deal with being imrisoned in your body in an MRI or while having a brain biopsy. I didn;t invent it-one of my telephone friemds said the same thing. For my first half hour experience I remembered every bedroom I'd ever slept in- from Basque House, to Great Coxwell, to York, New York, Bourton, Tilton and Malmesbury. It was wonderful. You remember the bed, the bedding the position of the furniture, the curtains, and inevitably the experiences around it. You have all these things locked up in your head waiting to be pulled out.
For my second imprisonment in the MRI I went for walk on the Downs. I started climbing up Dragon Hill, then ran, slipped down into the manger, climbed up again, walkedup the rpoad, round the track (locked in the 1950) to the Castle and the long bouncy grass and the OS pyramid thing. Then down along the Whie Horse back to Dragon Hill. Later I walked up Great Coxwell and went into every single house. I remembered and thought about people and places and events as they were 50-60 years ago- again, all filed away in my head. Completely absorbing.