Deirdre Geraghty

I like to have a sleep-in on a Saturday but Royal Mail are delivering a package to me this morning and I’m not sure if it will go through the letterbox. Perhaps I can have a snooze later.

There’s nothing quite like that first coffee of the day. Absolutely wonderful! Real pleasure! Heaven!

I heard something on the television yesterday for the first time. That a woman has to have over three miscarriages before there’s any medical investigation. I find that rather shocking.

I have a dress which needs a new hem on it and I asked my friend S if she would mind dropping it into the sewing place but she replied that she would probably be able to do it on her sewing machine. Brilliant!

When it was nearly 2.00 am I decided to give up and got dressed. I thought I might nod off in the armchair but that didn’t happen even though I am quite tired now. Just about to have breakfast.

Not quite sure at all how loud my hearing aids should be. They are how they have been since my appointment last week to change the tubes and I changed the batteries yesterday. I won’t be in any rush to adjust them at the moment.

I don’t know why I didn’t think of it before but I was diagnosed with angiodysplasia of the colon quite a while ago now. That’s lesions that bleed l believe and the reason I am taking iron tablets. It causes anaemia which, of course, fits all my symptoms. I will mention to the doctor. And it took really good friends to mention anaemia for me to consider it but I am still on lots of brain meds which impair thinking which a lot of people forget.

I’m having a real problem getting up out of bed and then I don’t feel very stable or with it for a few hours just light headed. It’s just gone 11 o’clock and I’m only just up and I have things to do. Oh well! And, of course, although I had one glass of wine yesterday – nothing that would cause this!

Oh dear! Just got up and struggling. Things to do although not sure l can muster the energy. Oh dear!

I woke up early and my mind was full of memories which were disturbing. It is strange that with the antipsychotics and the antidepressants a lot of the past forty five years are missing but the things I do remember are so clear. I don’t know why it is that certain memories stay with us whilst so many chunks of my life are completely missing. Although I wonder if that’s a blessing but I don’t think so.