Thursday and I am awake early knowing the electrician is coming at 9 o’clock and he is invariably early. So I am up and clearing the dishwasher, recycling, and cooking toast. The lovely buttery toast gets washed down with orange juice and my pre chemo meds, which means a big wodge of prophylactic steroids. Right on time the electrician arrives. I chat to him about changing a set of lights to LED from halogen. He shows me some lights that will do the job and we agree to use them. He gives me a quote for them and the instillation and we agree to do the work. There is the normal chat about weather, global warming and the positioning of the gulf stream over the coming months. My electrician then leaves saying he will see me in a couple of weeks time. I shall be sure to monitor the position of the gulf stream until I see him.
With the lighting sorted I get ready to drive my partner and eldest daughter to the gym. I am still taking great delight in driving “Elsie” the new car. At the gym my eldest daughter grabs a computer position and I and my partner go to the beauty parlour to have out nails done. My partner is having feet and hands done but I am indulging in a hand massage and having my nails done. I discover that my beautician is Fijian and going to a wedding in Australia. With my hands in a smiley state I book my partner and I for a repeat in four weeks and pay the bill. I then take refuge in the gym lounge and start to write a new piece for the poetry website about John Berryman.
With the piece nearly finished my partner appears and we have lunch together. There is nothing like a hearty bacon roll when one is craving protein. My partner goes off to have her hair done and I return to my blog on John Berryman. When I have got as far as I can get without publishing I move on to draft the blog for today. I tip tap away until my partner appears with her new hair cut. A brief wait and our eldest daughter appeared enabling us to drive home.
Once home the afternoon is all but gone so I finish off the blog entry I was preparing for the poetry website. I get it done and publish it. http://prost8kancerman.com. I turn my attention to the daily blog and get to the point where the evening begins with a Bridgeton catch up, yes really Bridgeton, and then I slide into the evening, football maybe, Brokenwood Mystery’s maybe, more Bridgeton perhaps, but by now I am feeling the fatigue of being out and about and I feel myself settling down into a slower mode. It will no doubt slide towards my night meds with enhanced steroids and finally bed. Tomorrow is chemo rechallenge day so I need to be strong and organised.
