Agree… this is in front of my friend Fabrizia’s restaurant.
Over the weekend I printed up this handy list of emergency numbers for Sevilla/Andalucía. One is now up on the fridge door, I also printed two more wallet-size ones for me and the flatmate. The question is… why have I never done this before?? I mean, I pretty much remember that 112 is the general emergency number, but depending on the emergency calling direct could save some very important possibly live saving minutes without needing to have 112 redirect me. And so now I just hope neither Peter or I have to use this.
This morning I woke up after a strange but not overly disturbing dream and thought, well, that one wasn’t so bad. Then it occurred to me that I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had a happy dream. Or even if I’d ever had one. My sleep tends to be either dreamless or else fraught with anxiety dreams (or worse), many with recurring themes, and so I wake up either (preferred) drifting out of a dark sleepy fog or (more often) jolted awake, awash with deep seeded panic and dread. And don’t even get me started on some of the haunting images that sometimes take all day to shake off. And so I wondered… are happy dreams a myth? Does anyone have happy dreams any more? Did we ever? How about you?
Yes, it’s back, dammit. My old nemesis Heretofore Unidentified Abdominal Pain. Started on Sunday-Monday and has been getting progressively worse, though still not as bad as the previous episode (a quick search here tells me it was in October 2019 – you see, this blog does have its uses sometimes). Same place as always, starting in the “dodgy area” they keep CT scanning every six months (see lightning bolts) and radiating down to my hip bone. And now it’s getting to the point where it hurts when I breathe (and I can hardly stop doing that!) so I’m going to get in touch with oncology. I have a pending appointment with them but was waiting until I get the last blood test results to confirm it. Meanwhile… well, nothing. Just carrying on.
Stop me if you’ve heard this one before 😉but today I started back on my River Walks. Or at least I hope so. I can’t remember when – or why – I stopped doing them, but for quite a while they were a part of my daily routine. So I hope I will keep this up, at least 3-4 days a week. Wish me luck!