Posh frocks and doctor's letters

Slowly, slowly, catchy monkey as the old saying goes. I don't know whether that is the saying I'm looking for as I had been on a go slow now since Friday, but it seems to have worked.
Sunday was a day just spent sitting on my bum basically apart from a very slow and cautious walk over to my mother's bungalow.
I wasn't going to win any races that was for sure!

Today was a different day all together, as I went to Witham to have a shopping trip with Julie.
Julie is going off on a cruise holiday in less than a couple of weeks now and she needed some posh frocks. Ok not needed as such, but we all like some new clothes for our hols don't we.
I know she was pushing me about in the wheelchair, but I drove which meant putting a bit of effort on my right leg, which was where all the action from the angiogram took place and it all felt fine which was a result.
It was good to have her there in the car as back up as you soon lose your confidence.

I do feel a bit tender like I've walked into a table corner or something similar, but that's all. Actually my foot feels worse than my crotch tonight, but that's where I knocked my telephone table over, straight down my leg and onto my foot.
Air slightly on the blue side!
I walked over to mother's again and this time the journey was far less arduous thankfully.
It's amazing how if you haven't done anything for a couple of days, how tired and out of puff you feel, but I could feel myself getting stronger as the day went on.

I took my letter from the hospital to my doctors with the angiogram results after our mini shopping trip.
I felt a bit of an idiot, as I had to explain to the receptionist that the letter wasn't actually addressed to my doctor as I couldn't spell her name and I had to go for the one I could spell under pressure!
I did explain that I was just about to walk into the theatre on Friday (yes you have to walk into the theatre and believe me, you feel like Marie Antoinette going to have her head chopped off!) and low and behold my doctors details were totally wrong, like in the totally wrong county wrong. Being dyslexic and trying to keep myself calm wasn't helping my brain to spell and the nurses said I needed a correctly spelt name for the records... the brutes... so pick a doctor any doctor.
I needn't have worried when handing over the said letter, because even the receptionists in the doctors surgery couldn't agree on the correct spelling!
Anyway another task done and dusted.

Lots of love Debbie x