Tuesday and I seem to have slept well again. So I check my messages and emails and take my vitals. My partner goes off to aqua aerobics and I drink my morning hot water before getting up. However before I can get up I get a phone call from the dentist who says she was expecting me at 9:30. I am taken aback as my diary clearly says 2:30pm. I rebook for later in the month quite happy to not have to do the dentist today. I do not make it to my morning meds or breakfast as I get waylaid by an urge to finally clear out my T shirt wardrobe. So I go full on and spend hours, literally sorting through my shelves and draws and dumping ruthlessly any garment that I do not wear or had lain so long as to become stained and unwearable. I end up with two bin bags full of old clothing and a very tidy wardrobe. Its noon before I stop, take my meds and have lunch.

My partner returns from her gym session and we eat before going to the garden centre. There are empty pots to fill so we cruise the rows of available plants and think about what we need over a drink and and Eccles cake. Having grabbed a trolley it gets loaded with top soil, compost, Zinnia and the crowning glory of a new very green Japanese maple. Once home I get out the required tools and plant the new tree in my favourite Vietnamese pot. I spend time staking the fuchsias that are coming up and then clear away everything. By the time I have finished I am over hot and just need to rest. I sit and check my emails and then watch the England women’s football team get taken apart by the Spanish. While watching a disturbingly inept display by England I eat tea and then watch a movie on Netflix , which my daughter has managed to join and included my partner and I and fiendishly included a code to get in so hopefully the account will not be hacked again.

I check my emails and find my dentist has sent me a ” you’ve been naughty” letter but have waived the non attendance fee. I’m slightly irked but as I am not paying anything I let it go. As the evening continues I draft the blog and begin to think about whatever it is that is making me feel so “itchy scratchy” at the moment, it is usually a sign that there is something trying to be written and trying to find a way onto the page. It could be tonight, tomorrow or in a weeks time but there is something at some time. For now I move towards my night meds, the dreaded night finger splint and the sleep before I need to get up and go to the hospital pharmacy to pick up my next cycle, and so the battle continues, slow and relentless.