So good to have even this still limited amount of freedom! Being able to go shopping and finally visit IKEA again.
IKEA was fairly orderly, though very busy. Having been married now for 65 years, we never need any more furniture or linen, so we skip the first floor and concentrate on the marketplace on the ground floor. You used to be able to walk through from the entrance, but now you have to take the lift upstairs and another one down again.
With my breathlessness on exertion, I found the long walk around the ground floor a bit much, but I had one of their metal trolleys to lean on and managed to stagger through to the end. We always find some odds and ends we don’t really need but must have!!
My angiogram a fortnight ago wasn’t the nightmare I was expecting. In fact, I found it fascinating. The sedation I was given probably calmed me, but I was wide awake and lay there watching the dye spurting through my coronary vessels on a ginormous screen to my left. The worst thing was having to self-isolate for two weeks beforehand, when lockdown had already started to be reduced. It meant having food delivered again instead of going in person to the supermarket. It’s not just being able to choose just the size and type of fruit and vegetables you like, but the display in a well-stocked supermarket gives me ideas. Not having eaten out for a year, I can do with some inspiration.
My day in hospital wasn’t all good, as there appears to be a problem with one of the arteries supplying blood to my heart. A toss-up what you can do for a little old lady who will be 90 in October (PG).
It would have been a long walk to the end of the entry queue but, without my asking, the IKEA attendant opened the barrier for us. So kind!!
Thanks to all the lovely people who have been reading and writing to me about my memoir ‘Woman in a White Coat’.