Day Eight - Sunday

I woke at 4:45am today and I had very little pain. It was my first church service in Trinity, in Lowestoft. I know I don't find preaching stressful, but if these pains have anything to do with stress I would expect something more than I experienced this morning.

All I experienced was tiredness, fuzzy mind and shaking. Not shaking with fear - I don't do that - but shaking with fatigue. There were a few occasions when I could sit down and that helped, but during one of the Bible readings I closed my eyes and I wasn't sure if I could open them again. And as for preaching: I wasn't sure how it went, because I couldn't concentrate.

After the service most people (it would be nice to say everyone) told me they were glad to see me back.

We went home and it wasn't long before I fell asleep. It was only for a few minutes and I have prickly eyes as I'm writing this, but at least the pains are at an acceptable level.

I'm just not used to being tired. I'm still working on the theory that it's burn-out. I think I may have reached my limit. But I can't quit, so I have to carry on.

As there has been no communication from the hospital I'm going to book a telephone appointment with the top GP at the medical practice this week to find out if they have given up on me, or is something else going to happen.

But I have to move the focus off me again. There are plenty of sick people around, and I said I wasn't going to be sitting in coffee mornings talking about my blood sugar, my prescriptions and my pains, so time to move on. I have more things to write on here, so I will continue and write what I should be writing, with the occasional update.