The source of today's disbelief is the sight of clear bright blue skies. That hasn't happened for a long while. I suspect it won't last the whole morning, let alone day.
The Fox got to the GP yesterday. It turns out that the problem isn't arthritis. I can't remember the title - someone's contraction. Anyhow the important thing is that, although it will probably deteriorate, it will be very slowly. He may even be dead before it gets to the stage that it's such a nuisance that something needs to be done - just as well as the treatment doesn't sound very hopeful, and may well end up with things getting worse rather than better. It is also likely to occur in his other hand, which the Fox suspects is already happening.
Meanwhile I've got around to phoning a local welfare rights organisation for help with my benefits form. The rate we're getting around to doing it it won't be complete in time. We're not even confident we're answering it right. We're both finding the whole business so depressing we're beginning to wonder whether it's worth the hassle. The sheer relief when someone agreed to come on Thursday to sort it out was immense. He's leaving it now until Thursday as I should know the results of my Wednesday hospital trip, the results of which may have some bearing on what we put down.
In all honesty I think we are both feeling so mithered by our various health problems at the moment that the form was just one thing too much. Now we can relax in the knowledge we're in the hands of the professionals. If we can clarify our thoughts so much the better, but it shouldn't be essential any longer, thank goodness.
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