Day twenty eight

I went to the Christmas Tree Festival yesterday. I couldn't stay long because I was too tired, but I was hugged and greeted in a way I don't remember ever happening before. It was a strange sensation. I'm really not used to being ill and I sometimes feel as though I'm faking. I know that I'm not, but I know that I'm not lying in bed with a thermometer in my mouth - that seems to be my picture of how a sick person should look; maybe with a hot water bottle as well!

Anyway, they don't see me as a fake, so that was good. But I still never understand the effect that I have on people. I suppose everyone is the same. We don't know what other people think about us - sometimes they don't but we assume they do; and other times they do and we assume that they don't.

But I'm pondering the reaction to my arrival at the church yesterday.

There will be more pondering later because I'm going to the church service this morning. I was supposed to be leading the service, but as all my December services have been covered I am not needed. I have been asked to take part, so I prepared a very short something about waiting. It's Advent Sunday, so I thought Waiting would be a good theme.

A whole hour's service will probably be wearying, but there was cake yesterday and there may still be cake today, so it shouldn't be too bad.

Just as a footnote: I received my MRI appointment in the post yesterday morning. Next Sunday at 9:05am. I'm glad I got the cancellation last Wednesday!