Monday, the first day back from holiday and as luck would have it today is also 28 day jab day. This day also means that I am going to have another set of bloods taken so I am hardly looking forward to today. I get up and take my morning meds and empty the dishwasher. It soon becomes time to drive to the GP surgery. The village becoming larger means that it is becoming difficult to park at the surgery. I finally get into the handkerchief size parking area and book in. The blood vampire nurse calls me in and I ask whether I will be getting my 28 injection. It turns out that I am not booked in from my 28 day injection, I get my bloods done and my B12 injection, I then popped into the regular nurses to see what was going on. The nurse checked and found I was not booked in but said she would do it anyway. So I get my jab and then spent what seemed like a long time getting out of the car park.
Once home I unpack my holiday bags and put my washing in. I spend the morning re writing Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18. It was a spur of the moment thought that was prompted by not knowing what to take to this weeks Poetry Stanza meeting. It was also a response to my feeling a bit grim post injection.
563 (18)
Shall I compare you to a summers day?
Yes I compared you to a summers day.
Thou art more lovely and more temperate .
You are right fit and kindly.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
Cruel weather can ruin flowers in May,
And summers lease hath all too short a date;
and summer may not last long;
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
even with some very hot days
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
there are many cloudy times
And ever fair from fair sometimes declines,
when nascent blooms wilt badly,
By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimm’d.
either by chance or global warming.
But thy eternal summer shall not faded
But your good looks don’t wrinkle
Nor lose possession of that thou owest;
and you do not lose your allure;
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
it looks like death will avoid you,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest.
even though you get older.
So long as men can breathe and see,
As long as I respire and have sight
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
you will be a looker and always will be.
563 (18) 12-10-2026
with one eye on the clock I move my car to enable the Tesco delivery in the late afternoon and then get on with the draft of the blog. As the day wears on my injection site gets more sore and I feel myself experiencing the “withdrawing junkie” symptoms that accompany the injection. So I shall ease into the evening with no plan other than taking my night meds and getting to bed as early as possible. I may have declared myself in partial remission but the monthly cycle of Degarelix injections is a pain and never seems to do anything different other than give me 72 hours or long of discomfort.
