Nearly.
Yesterday was another of those days loved by the majority of people, very sunny, calm and humid, brilliant for Wimbledon whether playing or watching and I have to accept that it was very much appreciated for 65 million people in the UK. Sadly I’m not one of those because those conditions, the ones loved by most are horrible for me, the changes in my personal condition can happen in a heartbeat, I can feel fine one minute but be incapable of functional movement the next, which is very scary to say the least. Fortunately I was not fooled into thinking all was going to be ok, I knew it was going to be a hot day, even though where I live it looked dull and overcast until early afternoon. When it cleared and the sometimes elusive sun appeared in full glory I wasn’t taken by surprise, my fans were on and the bedroom and kitchen windows open so I was slightly prepared. But by around 5 pm the dreaded effects that come with heat had started. It’s frightening, to try to get up but feel so weak, I was so very nearly incapable of any coordinated movement. I had managed to put the kitchen window on the latch so it was locked but still letting heat out, then made my way to bed. The fall I had approaching my bed was almost laughable in that it looked like a sketch from a Buster Keaton or Laurel and Hardy silent movie but I made it with only my pride hurt. I know today is going to be hotter so I’m taking more precautions, I’ve opened the windows, fans on and blinds closed all before 6.15 am.