Monday and I wake after a reasonable night. I take my vitals that are okay adn then get up as my partner goes off to the gym. I get into my training gear, take my morning meds and make my way to the garage and the rowing machine. I strap in and decide to go for a 45 minute session, why not its Monday. So I pull off slowly with my eyes closed and radio in my ears. My first target is to get to the next traffic update at the thirty minute mark. So I just listen, pull and focus. The second traffic report comes round quite quickly so I take a look at the monitor and find i have done 5k. Onward, but onward is tougher until at last the 45 are up. Its an okay session and will see me through the day.
After a brief rest I make breakfast, tidy the kitchen and put some washing in. There is paper work to be done for tomorrows CT scan so I dig out my folders and complete my CT scan history. With that done I turn to other life admin. The electoral role entries have to be confirmed and so I go on the local council website and confirm the household is still the same but in doing so I discover I have to amend mine. Now that I am 76 I am no longer considered fit for jury duty! Well that’s a relief, not that I would have done it anyway given my condition but it is one less thing to consider.
My attention turns to the Americans and I check the zip file containing The Cancer Years: Breathless before bringing up the order form to pay the Americas to work on it. I pay my fee and email my project manager and send him the Zip file, which he acknowledges later in the early evening. By now I am quite tired but my partner returns and wonders if there is anything I want to do. There is. I fill the squirrel feeder and the bird feeder before getting ready to go to shop for a gridle. I want one so that I can make tortilla based snacks like the ones I have been viewing on my internet feed. My partner and I go to the local Lakeland and find the pan that I want. Its one I can stick in the oven to bake things in.
As my partner is having a singing lesson tonight we eat early and I clear the kitchen and then draft the blog whilst sipping a Red Bull. I figure if I am suffering from fatigue I need all the help to be energetic I can get. Its worth a shot. So having drat the blog as far as I can get and downed my Red Bull its time to get my washing in and then settle down to an evening of TV. Crucially I need to know if the female detective has survived being shot with a shotgun, its all very knife edge. I expect her to be okay and to be able to go to bed happy and full of night meds. Tomorrow at 11 o’clock I am having a CT scan at the local hospital so I need to be up bright and shiny to shower and prepare for the scan. Somewhere someone is working on my new poetry collection so this is a good day.
