I showered and changed ready to go out. I can't wait to get my hair cut and coloured next Wednesday. I haven't been since March and it looks like it did after lockdown. I haven't been able to go as I couldn't transfer to the chairs, but now I can.
Charlotte came round and after a coffee we headed for the bus. We were going to get the 33 and go into Gamston and The Goose pub. The bus didn't show so we went and got on the Cotgrave and went to the Lock instead. No good going into Bridgeford as the cricket was on and everywhere would be busy.
It was very quiet in the Lock, but you could see why, the service was very slow, we waited an age for drinks and each course. The food was good, but, you do get fed up of waiting. They might be short staffed as it looked like there was only two serving, but when there's only three tables it can't be that hard. We won't go again. There was a table next to ours with pots and glasses on it waiting to be cleared and it was still like it when we left! God knows how long our plates etc would be waiting... God help them if it did get busy.
The only good thing was it was easy to get in and out of with a wheelchair.
Sometimes all it takes is someone to say what the next hurdle will be in my recovery to send me into worrying about how I will cope. I do try and keep a lid on the emotional side of all this, putting on my stiff upper lip, but like everyone else, doubts and lack of confidence can creep in. Instead of taking things one step ( excuse the pun) at a time, my thoughts start racing and I spend the night tossing and turning overthinking stuff. That is my own fault in a way too, allowing other people to bring me down to their pessimistic level. I'm sure if I can come this far in this short span of time I will beat the next phase too... My glass is half full not half empty.
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