My 24 hours at home alone went well. I survived ok with minimal disruption or undue exertion – thanks to planning ahead, resting in anticipation, lots of strategic pre-planned support from Growler and pacing through the alone time.
The only flaw was forgetting that Flyman, our cat, would want feeding in the morning. I should have planned to relocate downstairs from first thing to maximum efforts, instead of going downstairs and up again. It just meant I was in bed a little longer than I have been for a few weeks but no major disruption as Growler was home by lunch.
Also Flyman was very well behaved and only came up the bed to ask for food once I had started to stir. It was suggested on Twitter that perhaps he was respecting Mother’s Day (here in the UK) by letting me have a lie in. I was certainly pleased not to have a paw stuck in my face at 6am or awake to find I’m being stared at like he does to Growler regularly.
So a success. I was grateful (and lucky) to have had a reasonable 2 days of health and energy relatively symptom free aside from some fatigue and aching. No migraines or terrible tum to contend with.
My biggest achievement I think was succeeding in allowing Growler to leave me home alone without worrying constantly about me.