Before Christmas it
was so hectic with my university deadlines, cakes and biscuits to make,
presents to wrap and luggage to pack, that I was relieved when I reached Rome.
All I needed to think about was spending time with my mum and the rest of the
family, and try not to gain too much weight. But it wasn’t so easy peasy.
I had an asthma check
before leaving which went very well, and exercised almost everyday at Woking
Leisure Centre as I found out that my type 2 diabetes risk level had decreased
in the last six months. So exercising works! I attended mainly yoga, aqua wellness
and the gym from time to time. I followed all the instructions: jog it out,
shake it off, squeeze everything I have…and if it hurts, apparently it is good.
I also reduced sugar and drinks and increased vegetables and proteins. I
couldn’t lose weight though, whenever I manage to lose half a kilo I gain it
again the next week. Nice people say that I gained muscle mass that weights
more than fat, but I find it is an excuse. Perhaps I should see a health care
assistant and start a food diary. The problem is that I’m too fond of cakes,
both making and eating them.
At Christmas I had a
good success with my outfits mixing and matching clothes and accessories from
charity shops, Primark and Tu at Sainsbury’s. I found two corduroy dungaree dresses
with colourful patterns from Tu that I matched with turtle necks from Primark.
They were very comfortable and perfect for the not-so-wintry weather of Rome. I
wore some lucky picks from charities for the festivities, a purple dress plus
knitted cardigan and a grey waistcoat with embroideries I dressed with a purple
turtle neck. I like wearing leggings and flat shoes recently with knee length
dresses and a matching turtle neck under it if it is cold. Once again I found
nice colourful dresses at charities, one with chequered patterns and a gorgeous
grey one with red flowers.
In Rome the weather
was fine, it rained only two days in two weeks and though it was cold in the
morning it got warmer during the day thanks to the sun shining in an incredible
clear sky. I had a few days out with my mum in the centre visiting some
exhibitions and meeting friends. We spent most of our time with family. My two
sons and my daughter in law were with us and we had great celebrations all together
at my parents in law’s. My husband’s
grandmother was with us as well on Boxing Day. She is ninety-seven and in good
health on the whole though she is almost deaf now. She is always smiling and
walks like a tortoise bent on her stick with her big shoes that help her keep
her balance. Her siblings are all dead but some of her relatives lived till
over a hundred.
Unfortunately, on
Christmas Eve I had a renal colic and had to be admitted at the A&E of Tor
Vergata hospital. I must say that the procedure was very quick and efficient,
the doctors and nurses were very kind and all young. I was in a bad state when
I got there, almost unconscious. I had never had a renal colic before so when I
started vomiting in the morning I thought I was simply sick. At hospital they
diagnosed the colic and put the drip. I felt much better soon. The blood tests
were all right and from the abdominal ultrasound they saw a stone in the left
kidney. Before discharging, the doctors gave me medication and recommended to
drink two litres of water per day. I was out in the early afternoon and luckily
felt all right in the following days. After a few days, they did another check
and saw the stone was moving towards the bladder. Back in England, I went to
the GP who referred me to St. Peter’s hospital. Now I just need to pass the
stone.
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