Down Day

I'm feeling really down at the moment after having a day of doing practically nothing. I had good intentions this morning of heading off to visit Tim at the hospital, providing he was lucid after his leg operation yesterday. I phoned the hospital and they confirmed that he'd had the operation and it went very well. The nurse asked Tim if he was up to having visitors today and he said that he wasn't. So I didn't visit. Apparently he will be moving to another ward either today or tomorrow, so I hope to visit him sometime tomorrow, again if he is up to it.
Not going to the hospital knocked me for six though as I hadn't planned on doing anything else all day, except maybe going out for a drink when I got back. I didn't know what else to do with my day. The weather was really bad, every 10 minutes it was raining and so I didn't feel like heading out for a walk (especially having nowhere in particular to walk to).
I decided to go to the library and do some research for my LGBT database, but couldn't find any of the information I was after and so quickly lost interest in that. After reading another couple of chapters of Maybe the Moon, I came home.
I'm feeling horny as hell, but unable to do anything about it until my results come through from the hospital next week.
And I have no one to spend time with at all now, what with Tim being in hospital. I really wish I had more friends around here in London.

Down. Down. Down.

I've watched 2 episodes of Dr Who on iPlayer today (old ones of course), I'll probably watch last night's Torchwood again before watching the third instalment of this story at 21:00. Other than that I have absolutely nothing planned.
I could have gone into town tonight, but I'm glad I didn't as I am really not in the mood to stand around drinking on my own. It probably would be quiet anyway with most queens still recovering (physically, emotionally or financially) after the Pride weekend that wasn't (for me anyway).
I guess I haven't felt down for a while, so I can't be too surprised that I am feeling that way now. I just don't have to like it. Hopefully, I will feel more like my recently happy self by the time I wake up tomorrow.

While I've been typing I had a call from Richard to give me an update on Tim (he popped in to see him on the way home from work). Tim has indeed moved out of intensive care now to another ward, but was still really tired and so Richard only stayed for 5 minutes. Apparently Tim mentioned that he would be having his titanium plate put in tomorrow, so I still don't know if I will get to see him tomorrow either. Visiting times are shorter on this new ward too by 4 hours!! I'll check in the morning before I decide, if I can find a number for the new ward!!

I'm back to work on Sunday and I really do not want to waste my last 3 days off. I wish I knew what to do with the time.