One of the great things about convalescence, apart from the fact that it means you’re getting better, is the freedom to do what you want.
Perhaps you fancy ice-cream for breakfast or a short sleep in the afternoon? Maybe you want to spend the day binge-watching old sci-fi boxsets? Nobody would dream of stopping you. It’s all part of the healing process.
I’ve been quiet, social media-wise, for a while. It all started with a cold, after New Year. That never really went and developed into Bronchitis. I then had an allergic reaction to the medication which was supposed to fix things, and that was worse than the original illness. At least it took my mind off it. For several weeks now I’ve felt lethargic and lacking in enthusiasm, comfort food and rest, plus the support of my family has seen me through. I’m still waiting for some test results but I can detect a definite improvement, I actually feel like doing things again.
My daughter sent me this, bless her,
it’s helped my recovery tremendously.
And I found this, on one of my first attempts to go out.
This was a piece of my childhood. When I saw it in a charity shop, just for a moment, I was eight years old again, opening the parcel on Christmas morning.
The thing is, even though it’s half a century since I saw it last, it’s almost exactly as I remembered it. As I started to flick through the pages, there was so much that I remembered, as well as much more that I had forgotten, it all came back to me in a flood of nostalgia.
I’ve read it from cover to cover already, only this time I wasn’t under my bedclothes reading by torchlight when I was supposed to be asleep.
Sometimes, comfort comes from the most unexpected places.
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