It’s all coming to a head and the beginning of the real stuff is now on its way. I’ve had a lovely few days since Saturday’s panic with the pericarditis, I was given pain relief and started on steroids which relieved the inflammation and would have been the first two days of treatment which I've been very much all for some being diagnosed.
But now it is here I’m more hesitant, things may have been bad over the last three months but things could get worse a lot sooner, it’s not like me to look more on the negative side, I’m just worried not about me I'm always fine, but my family and friends and how they will be.
I’m just having one of those moments which are hard to avoid in these types of circumstances, but putting it down into words helps me, even if it is scrappy and no one reads it it’s off my chest to help me.
Currently laying in bed looking out the window towards home which I miss and everyone there, I’ll get back there soon even for a while before back here again for more action and ass-kicking.
2019 never had an Autumn for me and I’ve missed it too, going to Castlewellan to my spot overlooking the all the incredible colours of the trees and the Shimna River in tollymore with the leaves lying on the rocks and the sun breaking through the trees and making them shine of gold, going to Portrush with the crisp air walking the beach in the wind and town finishing with a chippy chip, and climbing up the mountains into the clouds where you just disappear from the world and all the woes in.
Something to look forward to and build my strength back up for next year, before then though we will have Spring where the life all come back into the country and the bluebells coat the forest floors and a week of summer sometime between April and September surrounded by good old walking in the rain.