Monday, Injection Monday to be precise and I wake up from a deep nights sleep with a jerk. Its 7:30am and my jab is in an hours time. I take my vitals and then I dress, choosing easy jab clothing before taking my morning meds and preparing to walk down to the GP surgery. I am there on time, punch in and wait for a few minutes until called. Its a stand in nurse so there is the necessary chat about which side she is stabbing me in and how lumpy I am. Niceties over she jabs me with the comment “there is a lot of it”, too which I reply in my head “Its a depot, what do you expect?”. What comes out of my mouth is “Mmmm”.

I go home via the newsagent and have honey and toast and more lemon squash. The crosswords are a bit of a wrestle today and I wonder if the chemo drugs are slowing me up. I do more family archiving. There are several sets of EPNS tea spoons and apostle spoons which need to be cleaned but that will have to wait. A new pair of cheap holiday trainers arrive so I take time weeding out some old shoes and trying on the new, before moving the car off the drive so Tesco can deliver later. A friend calls and we chat for a long time as she waits in a queue to get her blood test done. We chat through the seventies and eighties until the early nineties arrives at which point my friend get into a prime waiting room position for her call. My partner provides me with lunch and then I go to the Shed to write letters. By three o’clock I am back on the sofa awaiting the Tesco delivery and drafting the blog.

Tesco deliver in time so there is a flurry of grab and run followed by a period of squirrelling. With the goodies out of sight I return to my mission of getting my letter posted. On my return from the post box I can feel my spoons drain away so I go to do my vitals for the afternoon. Before I can get them done there is a message from my youngest about an email to us from the solicitor. I deal with it and then get on with my vitals. All good as usual. Its tea time, which my partner has cooked. Its time to take pain killers as I can feel my junkie withdrawal like symptoms coming on. Always after a the 28 day jab I get this reaction. I get cold and tired and shaky as my injection site gets progressively more sore. Its not a good time to ask me how I am. I draft the blog irritably and change into even baggier lounge pants before watching Van Der Valk and trying for an early night. It will be night drugs and the spare bed for me tonight. I’m sick of it really but there are limited options so I choose “Jolly”, LGBT+J.