In all, it’s been quite a couple of weeks here.  Yes, life is always busy, but this has been one of those rare times when busy didn’t really come into it.  Thanks to the infection I ended up with after the gastroscopy, I’ve lost a sizeable chunk of the last fortnight being ill.  While I can work through most things, even I can’t function properly with ears and sinuses causing me to lose my balance and making me nauseous just for moving my head.

Thankfully, I have some lovely clients who’ve been very understanding, and with Mum coming down to help out with H for a few days we managed to get through the worst of it.  While S was fantastic about helping with things like getting H to and from pre-school and sorting out meals for him, it was one hell of a workload for him to have to take on… not least because he ended up with concussion last Saturday doing some work in one of the spaces and has not really been feeling quite right ever since.  Yes, I know, what a pair

Throughout this week we’ve been playing a game of will-she-won’t-she about this afternoon, which was when our group, the Gemstones, was due to be performing a showcase at the Cavendish Arms in Stockwell.  Still too ill on Thursday to sing in rehearsals (or anywhere else for that matter, not even in the bath) and unable to make the final rehearsal yesterday afternoon as my voice was still rough, it wasn’t a foregone conclusion that I’d make it.  Thankfully, the antibiotics have been doing their job and I was able to make it to the gig after all.  While I had some worries about my voice making it through the whole set, the whole thing went without a hitch.  The audience responded well, our musical director was happy and I think we’ve built our confidence in preparation for the gigs we have coming up next month.

The only cloud in sight is the knowledge that I will have to head down to A&E in the next day or so, as I fell and caught the index finger of my right hand.  Obviously I ignored it at the time, but with it still painful and much more swollen, I need to check that it’s not broken or, if it is, that it sets straight.  The last thing I can do with is losing mobility in that finger: since I’m right-handed it’s already affecting my ability to chop things, write, type or even get H dressed on occasion, so it’s off to the docs with me.  Again.  

But, in all, life is good.  I’m feeling human again, the gluten-free lifestyle is starting to make a difference, the gig went well and I have a good week’s work ahead of me.  Knackered I may be, but I know there are plenty more good things out there to look forward to.