Monday and I am the one awake first so I get to make the warm drinks. My partner and I chat about our plans today and then its up for breakfast and morning meds. By the time that is done my partner leaves for the gym for more “bobbing about in the water” and I get into my training kit to go for a session on the rowing machine. I set myself up for a 45 minute session and set off sluggishly. I get into my stroke quite quickly and I am able to maintain a good stroke rate. By the end of the session I have managed to get to my standard of over 9 kilometres and burned 600+ calories. It is an unexpected session outcome, which I am pleased with.
I get to the sofa and record the session before snacking on home grown tomatoes and going for a shower. Feeling refreshed I for some reason decide that this is the day to be mending the last hole in the back of the writing shed. It takes a while to gather up the tools required and to find the sealant that is still viable from the collection in the garage. I find a piece of shed lapping and cut it to size and then screw it over the hole in the back wall of the writing shed. Then I seal it and repaint the back of the shed. Its taken longer than I thought it would but it should protect the shed for at least another winter.
It takes a while to get all the tools away before my partner takes me for an afternoon milk shake and cinnamon. Its a nice way to relax and find time to chat. Unfortunately time is short as the Tesco order is due in a short while. Once home I start to draft the blog while waiting for the Tesco delivery and my partner starts to prepare for her singing lesson this evening.
My evening is slow and full of TV films and odd jottings before I take my night medications and look forward to my uplifting visit to the chiropodist tomorrow. My feet are excited.
Tuesday was a day of indulgence but also one of headaches and tiredness. On the plus side I managed time in the Shed to write a letter, my visit to the chiropodist was relaxing and a pleasure, as was watching England thrash Serbia. I also saw the final manuscript for the anthology, which still needed a couple of changes. On the down side I needed to take paracetamol for the first time in a long time. In short a very mixed day right up to the point that I take my night meds, draft the blog and go to bed feeling depleted and in need of a lift. The fact that I had forgotten to post Monday’s already drafted blog is an indication of the fatigue I felt on Monday night, and when I recorded my vitals and calculated my average blood pressure over this chemo cycle so far I found it was up. Not a huge mount but a definite average rise so far. Its coming up to my next lot of bloods, 28 day injection and oncology review, all in the next eight days, which also includes a weekend away in the Lake District, so perhaps there lay my anxieties. Tomorrow I need to train to hold off the side effects.
