DVT DAY 105

Father’s day, so I get to lay in till 10 o’clock and then I am treated to bacon sandwiches without the need to negotiate. My family give me lovely presents including multi coloured sealing wax and an array of bath bombs. Alongside these there are some frogs to go by the pond in the garden.

We have a family call with my youngest daughter who returns to work on Monday. She tells me that one of my bath bombs is in fact a bubble bath and to use it carefully. My family decide to go for their stroll and I clamber on to the bike once again, My other new pair of padded cycling shorts are excellent and I managed a full hour of cycling. What I have discovered is the pressure that goes into the palms of the hands as I lean into the handle bars. The ache and pain is not inconsiderable so I shall order myself some padded cycling gloves and push my target time up to an hour and half.

Having caught my breath I go for a bath and use my special father’s day bath bomb and read my current favourite book and listen to the football on the radio.

Having bathed and pampered myself I settle down to continue to read and listen to the radio. Before long dinner is served and I have to move my partners completed jigsaw, another of the Wentworth puzzles that contain “whimsies”, those fiendish to fit pieces in shapes related to the content of the puzzle.

Post dinner I read and write my “to do” list for the week to come before I settle down to write the blog. Any early night for me tonight as tomorrow is the day I get my 28 day injection at 8:30 in the morning. It means that I shall have a sore gut for a few days, hence my reticence about joy tomorrow.