Jab Monday and I am brought coffee to get me going. I scrabble around and get myself to the GP surgery, its raining and I feel sluggish. The nurse appears and we go through our routine. She finds a less lumpy part of my gut and pushes the large amount of content in to me. That done she gives me a B12 jab in the arm for good measure. I walk home in the rain, eat breakfast, take my morning meds and go to the Shed. There I write letters until lunchtime. I am already running out of spoons and get fed by my partner.

I start to read a new book, A Gentleman in Moscow but cannot keep my eyes open and nap. I rouse myself and go to the spare room to take my vitals, which are all good. I try to read again but I can feel myself falling into the cold post injection state that comes with todays jab. I fall asleep again until my partner wakes me for tea. My evening is a stare at TV until I feel myself collapsing inside at which point I draft the blog, take my meds and get myself to bed as quickly as possible. Tonight will not be a good one so I need to take extra paracetamol. Despite all my jab Monday hurdles there is the good news that my new Grandson has had a good first night at home.