The Aftermath
If truth be told, I think I've fallen from the high shelf I was on a week ago and
the only things keeping the adrenaline pumping are the memories as well as the expectant wait for sight of the official photographs.
Mind, anxiety and apprehension may also have played a part. One branch of the family had to cancel their attendance after a nephew had tested positive for coronavirus only hours before they were due to set off. Then this week there have been reports of first an uncle of the bride and then his daughter testing positive too. Fortunately neither sounds as if they are overly ill and there's a good chance that nobody was actually infectious at the wedding as, in a sign of the times, the invitations did ask all guests to take a Covid test before travelling. Still I won't rest happily for another week yet at the thought that I may have jointly hosted a superspreading event, whilst trying also to take comfort from the evidence that these vaccines really do help protect.
Fortunately my own lateral flow test this morning was negative and, unless that situation changes overnight, I'm off for my booster tomorrow. I wonder if that will knock me out for another two or three days as well?
I did make my way back to the gym yesterday, just for a short swim and a very gentle Pilates class keeping my leg in a brace. I thought it might energise me, but this morning not only was I still yawning but my knee remained stubbornly swollen and sore. A week on nearly and I'm thinking all that time on my feet at the wedding (including on the dance floor) probably wasn't a great idea. Hindsight is such a wonderful gift!
At least I haven't totally lost my commonsense, in that I cancelled my place in Aqua Aerobics today and spoke to the doctor instead. Turns out that if I have torn the meniscus again, however slightly, it's going to take a little longer than the 16 days so far to heal. However, he thinks exercising in water and benign stretching classes are great, so long as I don't twist (not much chance with a brace on) and don't look to return to my usual exercise regime too soon. In fact he said it sounded as though I've been doing all the right things, but no, of course I didn't tell him about the dancing! So I continue with the anti-inflammatories, rest with my feet up, use ice and the brace but if there's no improvement in a couple of weeks then they'll investigate further.
Meanwhile, a weekend of good food and drink coupled with an inability to burn off the excess calories since then is resulting in some old fashioned shall we say sag? It's very much a personal tale of the horseshoe nail.
Still there are some positives. Discovering that my wedding outfit was washable was one and I got a much needed boost, when I simply popped it in the washing machine and it came out smelling of the roses with which it's patterned, rather than the smoke from the castle fireplaces!
And, writing of flowers, Dilly didn't throw her bouquet; instead it's been in a vase in my house all week. It might sound silly but I've been elated at having it there too: so pretty. No anti-climaxes for me then, if I can still find pleasure in the beautiful, simple aspects of life.
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I read today that much of the spreading is being done by symptomless vaccinated people and the whole world is waiting to see how the UK gets on, with its lack of restrictions and high numbers of infections. The number of deaths each week is still horrifying - nearly two aeroplane loads a week. If we knew more detail I might not feel so bad - were those deaths largely people who would have died from something else anyway, or people who still had years ahead of them if they hadn't caught the virus? Are their deaths the price they paid for the right of others to go around as if it's all over?