Saturday, arrive home from work at 7.30. I have no wind down time. I say the wrong thing, and then the fighting started. Ex Sis in Law, Oldest Niece and Hippie Niece and friend arrive for dinner from seeing a show in town. R did them proud, with a potato bake, a salad and take away pizza.
Sunday was a mad and crazy day at work. Arrive home somewhat stressed. Left eye feels a bit weird.
Monday, wake and only one eye will open. The left is glued firmly shut. Prise it open. R tells me to go to doctor. Call doctor and make appointment for tomorrow, my day off. Eye is quite bad and I am not seeing well. I prevaricate until I see rising mist from the corners of my eye. Call doctor for appointment today. No vacancy, on a wait list. Call work to inform them I will be a no show.
R arrives home early from work, let us go and book our holiday. Have you seen a doctor? No. Then go across the road to the doctor there. I call, yes appointment at 2.30. Diagnosis of conjunctivitis, no surprise. You can have today off and you are not working Tuesday, you will ok by Wednesday for work. I am doubtful and wishing I persisted in seeing my own doctor who is more trusting of me knowing when I am well or not well.
Attend travel agent and book holiday. Eye is improving. Get prescribed eye drops.
Tuesday, eye is much better. Deliver car for annual service. Mention that a couple of times the key is really hot when I extract it from the ignition. Catch tram to Prahran from St Kilda and have a breakfast roll and coffee at Tran Bakery. Buy a couple of things at the shops and home on the bus by 9.30. Garage calls, time for a new timing belt. Water pump is weeping, replace. New tyres are required. I ok'd the first two. I am doubtful that the tyres are so worn.
Spend much time completing the spring clean, delayed from October until Jan/Feb, so the place is at its best when our overseas visitors arrive, our friend from Japan on Thursday and a couple of weeks later, R's sister and bro in law. No one notices clean, but they do they do notice dirty. The balcony is spotless and in total only about five hours labour at a slow pace. The cleaning of the balcony is hard because of firstly the barbeque, which spatters grease, and the internal exhaust fan that expels not only bathroom air, but range hood air. It is the red hot wok with its oil fumes that makes the balcony exhaust fan outlet greasy. I certainly did not clean the area in 2012, but I am sure I did in 2011. Maybe not.
Garage calls, sorry, car not ready until tomorrow morning. Have it ready by 10.30, if you please, as I need it to go to work.
Although my eye felt pretty well ok this morning, it has deteriorated as the day has gone on. I am not sure that I will be able to go to work tomorrow. I rather need clear vision for at work.
Meanwhile, I am feeling physically frail and I wish I could get motivated to use our pool for exercise, as River is doing. I only have to get our lift down to our pool.