A mixed day yesterday, but ultimately rewarding.
The heat – it is topping 30° here – is making it difficult to do much, including sleep. Ultimately useful, because it was an early start to catch a lift into Salisbury. I had an Age UK meeting at 10 o’clock and figured I could go in early, and have a leisurely breakfast beforehand.
Unfortunately, with the clock ticking, I had to forego the help of the FES, whose wires got lost somewhere under my trousers. I must have mentioned before that the FES is beneficial when walking, but that there is a trade-off in terms of getting the thing set up in the first place. And yesterday was the final straw, and there was lots of shouting and swearing and stress – and all at 7am! So I now need to contact the FES people, cancel future appointments, and arrange to return their kit to them.
Having abandoned the FES, I managed to get myself ready with just a couple of minutes spare, and caught my lift into Salisbury. A relaxed breakfast followed – calm was restored – in Costas. A nice cup of coffee but a “yesterday” croissant – stone cold, even if they’d just blasted it in their oven for a minute to freshen it up, it would have been better. Still, I was able to enjoy their wifi for the duration……
On to the Age UK meeting, which was a talk by a clinical psychologist from Salisbury Hospital – the art of conversation. Useful to formalize it, although there was not much new. It was also useful because this woman ran a team of volunteers at the hospital, so the talk was also applicable in terms of my Stroke Association work. They try to meet people who they think could be depressed, but by their own admission, the service is patchy and stops at the hospital door. Very unjoined – something they are acutely aware of. But yeah, implications for both stroke survivors and senior people.
Finished, out in the midday sun, and straight off to find a barber. Not a bad job, and cheaper than my normal local barber. Then a few hours browsing the shops, watching the market, and just generally finding seats to rest on for a few minutes. But when I looked last night, my watch (which knows these things) told me that I had walked 9,000 steps, an awful lot for me these days. I ended my day off as I started it, with a refreshing iced coffee, whilst I again waited for my wife and a lift home.
Whilst, of course, in the light of what has happened, I can think of these things in terms of “progress”, I must admit to being anxious about what the future may hold. I enjoy volunteering, and I think I’m helping people, but I’m conscious that it’s never going to pay the mortgage. And I’m acutely aware that even though I can offer a full stack of cards intellectually, there are limitations physically. Would an employer pay for this? I do find it totally unsurprising that this speaker finds so much trade in the hospital – these things really are difficult to get one’s head around. I know that, when faced with a massive project, the trick is to split it all into smaller, manageable chunks, and the only way to complete the project as a whole is to develop tunnel vision to complete each chunk. But maybe those people who get depressed are just the people who concentrate on the big picture, not the tiny details? Maybe those of us who get tunnel-vision are just the thicko worker bees? It is surprising, but as I get older the more readily I am to question the views that I have held all my life. Aren’t we supposed to get more entrenched?
Anyway I am going up to the ward again later, so I need to wear my happy face.