It’s  been lovely having my parents come visit, but I’ve had it reinforced that I recharge my batteries best by cocooning. I like to burrow myself away, not have to worry about the effort of interaction, engagement and polite conversation. Oh, and making people cups of tea. So it’s safe to say I am not the best hostess in the world. 

During my treatment for Hepatitis C I have taken to treasuring my down time, holding it close and feeling its heft. I value it. I appreciate it, more than at any time in the past. I think that’s because I need it more now than ever.

And in rather a curmudgeonly fashion, I can resent losing it. Not giving up time with my family of course, although I admit Sunday consisted of a whole lot of nothing. But the unnecessary calls on my time. The meetings that necessitate a change in my carefully thought out and planned routine. The demands of people. Questions. Requests. Phone calls that require me returning them.

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I’ve always known I’m the sort of person who recharges their batteries in solitude, but I’ve worked hard at being sociable. I’m not depressed, I’m not sad, I’m not lonely. I just like time to myself. Some people use the energy of others to recharge, others need solitude to do it.

As with so many other things, I am indulging in my enjoyment of down time while my hep c treatment is taking place. It’s another gift I am giving myself. Along with adequate days off work, a very laissez faire attitude towards the ironing and long walks with the dog.

I  repeat my mantra: this is my time. I will not get this particular opportunity again. Once this time has passed, it won’t come back.

In other news, do you know what else has passed? Week 7 has passed, that’s what! Look out Week 8 - you and I are going to wrap ourselves in a mohair rug in front of the fire and read books.

Party animals.