A couple of days ago my daughter phoned me from London and told me she would be walking with some of her work colleague’s at Sainsburys Supermarket for Sport Relief http://www.sportrelief.com/. She had recently expressed her dismay at the way some people are taking a “selfie without make-up” for breast cancer, saying what good will that do without donations to go with them. She decided that she wanted to do ‘something’ rather than just give a simple donation and joined in the 12 mile walk to raise donations. Now this is a person who has clinically flat feet, and who lately has complained of intense pain in her feet through wearing rubbish shoes as she tells it. Working only 20 hours per week she does not have extra cash to buy good shoes for her feet, but here she is walking to raise money for others.
She got up at 5am to get ready for work at 6am, worked until 9am and then joined the walking team to start at 10am. Their aim was to walk carrying buckets, to each main supermarket store collecting donations on the way. After 8 miles the area manager surprised them all by joining them for the remainder of the way, and as she put it he could have sent an email to wish them well, but chose to walk instead. She text me a couple of times with her progress saying her feet hurt but was enjoying it. After taking a detour they finished the walk having completed 16 miles, in a pub for a drink paid for by the area manager.
When she was home she phoned me sounding exhausted, it was brilliant, she said, we were all buzzing, we must have collected about £200 plus our own sponsorship donations. I hurt all over, I have enormous blisters, but I want to do it again, she told me. I want to start doing things for charity, I want to run the marathon, it feels so good although I know that sound selfish! There is nothing wrong in feeling good helping others. She needed to eat, bathe and sleep next. A hot bath would have been good but the landlady had the taps removed to save money leaving only a shower, it would have to do I told her.
Right now I am the proudest mother ever not just because of her achievement but her wish to help others.
I woke up having slept heavily (apart from the usual 4am check the clock time) but did not feel refreshed. I have pain in the back of my neck and still feel exhausted. My Fibromyalgia is still bothering me.
Thursday I have an appointment at the hospital for a check up on my eyes. I am tired of all these appointments, I don’t want to go and sit and wait my turn, talk to doctors, then leave with most of my day gone. Good news though I am being referred to the Glaucoma nurse for check-ups rather than the consultant because my eye pressures remain static with no damage still. This means it is only once a year and one thing I do not have to worry about, yay!
Quick shop locally, then home …please, as soon as I sit down I am out and slept until 5:30pm.
I wake on Friday with the back of my neck and the side of my head painful, I lack energy and am hoping we can stay in as my batteries are empty and I need to try and recharge them.
I think about Tuesday and chatting with my Daughter but cannot remember what we talked about, I wish I did because I would like to write it down. I remember how it felt being with her though 🙂