Thursday and I wake somewhat late and dopey probably because I took co-codamol before going to bed last night. My fit bit shows an unusual sleep pattern where I had multiple deep sleep periods soon after I went to bed. This is not my usual pattern. I am in no rush to get up today, as I am bent on recovering fully from yesterdays 28 day injection and the trip to the hospital. I watch some more Mock the Week on my phone and then decide that I need to find a name for my bladder stone. I considered several. 1, Sisyphus, the chap who rolled a stone uphill for ever, 2, Eric, after the little girls pet stone in the film “What We Did On Our Holiday”, 3, Dwayne, after Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson, 4, Watts after the dead Rolling Stone, 5, Bob the bladder stone. I think there may have been others but I finally settled for: drum roll:
Uluru
Uluru? why you ask, because its a rock down under!
With the name decide on I am able to get on with my day, starting with taking my vitals, which of course are all good. Having got up hideously late I make a favourite fried egg sandwich for lunch, down my morning meds and start an afternoon of absolute sloth, but not before clearing the kitchen. I check my new IngramSpark account, which is a global publishing site that I have signed up to in order to go beyond the Amazon site. I see that the Cancer Years: So Far is being processed to be released on several platforms apart from Amazon. I have fantasies of going down big in America, but of course that really is a fantasy, even though America have a history of producing some great poets, I doubt my stuff will dent the American consciousness. Having dined I draft the blog and then settle down to read Marcovaldo by Calvino. I like this collection of short stories about Marcovaldo, as the stories have some neat twists and are short enough to savour like sweets. I should explain that this period of slothdom is condoned and encouraged by my partner as we have a weekend adventure organised some time ago. Its a murder mystery meal and stay at a hotel. I am determined to do what ever it takes to ensure that this happens unlike our aborted attempt to have a Spar break last week. So my sloth is purposeful, like a crocodile I lay still until my prey is in snapping range and then I shall strike and acquire nutrition for time to come. One thing I learnt in America at the crocodile farm we visited was that most people killed or injured by crocodiles is caused by them kicking the crocodile to see if its still alive! Nature has a way of weeding out the thick.
My afternoon was taken up with reading Marcovaldo, which I finish and write a couple of draft poems. The family eat a late tea after which I settle down to watch football and Designated Survivor simultaneously till I take my night meds and go to bed. I have managed to verify my first poetry collection on a new platform, which I hope goes well. I am hoping that today I have saved some spoons towards my planed weekend treat.
