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I went Out Out!

I had a busy weekend. As well as shopping for a new Motability car Hubby and I went out on Saturday night. This is the first time we’ve been Out Out together since before the pandemic started and I was super excited. We were going to see one of our favourite bands, The Magic Numbers  at the Rescue Rooms in Nottingham. 

I was a little bit nervous as I’m still not 100% and wasn’t sure if I would be well enough to last the entire night. We had seen them at Rescue Rooms a few years back and so I knew it was standing only and that it gets very crowded. I had thought about taking the wheelchair so I would have somewhere to sit down but I didn’t want to spend the night staring at everyone’s legs- I wanted to be able to see the band on stage. But after about 30/40 minutes I was really struggling and got to the point where I felt like I was going to collapse. Just standing for that amount of time completely exhausted me so I ended up moving to the side and sitting on the steps by the merchandise table. So I spent the rest of the night staring at everyone’s legs but at least I made it to the end of the night. And what an amazing night it was! If you’ve never listened to The Magic Numbers you really should. 



When I got back I was so tired but I needed to connect my TPN feed up. I briefly considered not hooking up but I knew that would only make me feel worse the next day so I forced myself to do it before I slumped into bed. I didn’t wake up the next day until 1pm and oh boy, did I have an energy hangover! This is how I describe being completely devoid of energy following on from an event that’s wiped me out. Usually with an energy hangover my body hurts, I’m so tired I can barely string a sentence together and I need to spend a day (sometimes two or three) in bed recovering. But to have had a night out with Hubby made all the pain afterwards worthwhile. I just have to accept that if I want to enjoy the good days then I have to have the bad days that follow. I just hope that as I get stronger the good days start to outnumber the bad.



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