Friday and I am just recording my vitals (still very good) when the appliance repair man rings to say the spare part is in that the dishwasher needs. He’s on his way over, so I change my plans to train, pull on clothes and get busy. Having taken my meds and started to update my vitals spreadsheet the guy arrives. I barely have time to finish my update when repair man is done. I offer cash and to my surprise he says he prefers card as he doesn’t want to have to go to the bank. Whatever happened to “one for me and one for the tax man”. I proffer a card and have the receipt sent to my phone before waving the guy off. Of course there is the pleasure of putting things back under the sink cupboard and reallocating somethings. With all this done its noon and I ‘ve already started the draft of the blog. I’ve chosen a new Rocket picture to mark over 51 days into the Chemo II The Reboot as it feels that there is progress being made.
My partner goes to have her nails done and I begin my afternoon by trying to sort out the laundry. It is clear from the baskets full of clothes waiting to be dealt with that I need to replace the clothes dryer that got broken months ago. I hunt Amazon and several other outlets until I find what am looking for, namely the Good Housekeeping recommended one that has nifty sock and knicker hangers on and is expandable to a size that can cope with our drying needs. Because I am lazy and cannot be arsed to go to Argos and pick it up I pay to have it delivered and to my surprise I can get it delivered today, result! With my washing in I change into me training gear and head for the garage and the rower.
I really do not want to be training, I ache and feel spoonless already today so in my head I am thinking 30 minutes, however by the time I have got on the rower and gone through my pre row routines I find myself committed to a 45 minute session. I groan inwardly and get on with it. Every stroke seems an effort so I just settle for the best rhythm I can manage and find a suitable fantasy to get me through the time. By the end I out of spoons, almost, but I have reached 8 kilometres, which is okay.
Before I can record the session or change into my evening slob wear I attend to the washing I had put in, loading it into the tumble dryer, only then can I get comfortable and ready for the evening. I return to the sofa and update the blog as I wait for my washing to dry and I prepare for the evening. This is another international rugby weekend so there is bound to be a game to watch as an alternative to the Children in Need night. There is only so much suffering and pain I can watch these days before I need to switch off.
