I don't know if I have mentioned on here before (probably have), but my favourite EVER holiday was when we went to Rome. I think it was about ten years ago now but I have such good memories of it. Dad's idea of a holiday is not exactly relaxing, but it does mean we get to see everything. Oddly, one of the highlights was finding a shop that sold loads of piano music and I remember getting melon ice cream and going into this shop and buying some books. Also, somewhere in the apartments we were staying was a pianist who would play Mozart Sonata in C Major (one of his most recognised pieces) everyday. It's such a simple piece but, as of this, always reminds me of Rome. When we left Rome I was determined to learn it, so I did, and has since then become my 'failsafe' whenever I go to a piano to see how rusty I am. That might sound a bit silly, and I don't know why I do, but that's not the point I guess. Anyway, when we arrived back yesterday morning, I stupidly went to the piano to see what I could do and I couldn't even get through the first few bars. My hands do feel very different but I don't think I really realised how much the chemo has affected them. I'm going to try again this afternoon and see if I can do it. I've been told it's an accumulative type thing and it should go away with time - I really hope so. Sorry, I do realise this is a lot about something that I guess (in the grand scheme of things) is incredibly trivial but it is playing on my mind. I also bought a pair of boots (online) which have arrived but I can't tell if they fit me properly or not as my feet are completely numb. It is very strange indeed. Fingers crossed (oh ha ha) it will go away soon.
Anyway, as I am sure you can deduce from that, we are home! I can honestly say, I have never been happier to walk into the house. I was even happy to see the cat! She wasn't that fussed about seeing us.
We got the Sleeper home which was quite fun but I didn't sleep a wink. I had done so much walking on Friday (compared to days previous), and I thought that would help... Well it didn't! Oh well, I managed to finish my book and it was comfortable! Here's a wee snap of me - happy as I'm in my PJ's, reading Vogue and eating Pringles.
The train was delayed a bit but it was great to see Dad at the station and drive home. I can't believe it's been 4 weeks. I went to bed and tried to sleep during the day but just couldn't drift off. Yesterday I was going crazy due to sleep deprivation. I spoke to my Auntie Rosemary on the phone and I think I must've gone on for ages about it, it's all I can think about! But now, I'm getting so worked up about the fact I can't sleep and it's becoming more of an issue. The above doesn't even make sense does it?! Anyway, good news - I DID sleep last night. I think I probably got about 8 hours in total which is the most I've slept in sooooo long. I feel a bit better today so I'm hoping my pattern will go back to normal now.
The house is very quiet at the moment. Dad is at church and Rona and Teenie are still in Paris. It looks like such a lovely day outside and I'd love to be able to go out for a walk but I just don't know if I have the energy. I'm always told not to push myself but I feel like I'm being so lazy all the time! One other thing, I still have a really weird taste in my mouth all the time - like a soapy taste. I presume it's from the chemo but technically that should be out of my system by now. Hmmm... I think I'm gonna have to dig out the sour sweeties again. If only to take a picture of Teenie when she eats one.
I don't have any great plans this week. Granny Fearn is hopefully coming to stay for a few days but I don't really think I'll be doing much at all. Maybe I'll get her to teach me how to make scones.. I hope everyone is having a lovely Sunday.