When I woke up, I made an appointment with my GP for our weekly catch up.
I spoke to him about my stomach pains, and he suggested that I increase the medication that I already take to protect my stomach lining. Also, to keep a diary of when it happens – whether it’s around my period, or times of stress, or after eating certain things.
My stomach was still in absolute bits, so I skipped lunch again, but managed to do a bit of writing, which made me feel somewhat accomplished.
It was a lovely day, so my Mum offered to take me out for a drive with the roof down. I didn’t really feel up to walking, but wanted to get out for a bit.
We live on the edge of The Fens, which are just flat fields for as far as the eyes can see, and we drove out that way.
There is truly nothing out there, except the odd farm.
The landscape there is sometimes described as ‘foreign’, almost like Holland, but to me it’s just normal. Hills are what are foreign to me.
We drove for about 40 minutes, and afterwards I was absolutely exhausted. Even though I hadn’t physically moved, the fresh air and the assault on my senses had just completely wiped me out.
Just from going for a drive.
For the rest of the day I watched some more of ‘The Assassination of Gianni Versace’, which was actually quite depressing.
I know it’s not going to be a bundle of joy from the title, but I expected it to be a courtroom drama. Instead, it was about how the killer came to be how he was – mostly from a result of heartbreak and rejection.
It definitely touched a couple of raw nerves for me. He was so desperate to be loved by this one man, but nothing he did could get him to reciprocate. It was very sad.
In the evening, I watched ‘The Salisbury Poisonings’ with my parents.
Not sure whose idea it was to entertain the Great British public with a drama about the spread of a toxic poison, with everyone all decked out in PPE, considering how things are right now, but hey ho.