DBVT DAY 106
Awake and heart sink, 08:05, 28 day injection appointment 08:30! Time to brush teeth, spray the pits and dress. This of course includes picking a face mask as I am going to the GP surgery. My partner drives me done, because I am lazy. I ring and tell them I have arrived and get told to get myself to the back door. I go to the back door and try to get my mask on. I discover that my ears are not up to it. I cannot get the bloody elastic to stay on my ears and in my struggles I rip out my ear stud. I am not amused and I am even more pissed off when a bag woman wanders up to the door and says “you must be waiting for me”. Good of the nurse to turn up ,really it must be hell donning PPE, that’s nursing for you. I get in still wrestling with the mask and lay on the couch. Its the left side today and sure enough that is where the needle goes.
Home and its time for breakfast, rabbit food and yogurt. That delicious meal over I wander into the garden and rearrange things in the leper shed so I can fit the exercise bike into it. So it is now my wifi-less office, art studio and gym. If I had a throne installed I could live like a king.
I take more photos of flowers in the garden and skim weed from the pond surface before sitting down to write letters, which takes me up to lunchtime. Back in the house I check my laptop for e-mail and realise I have missed a meeting time so there is some hasty massages to rearrange for 3 o’clock. I take the opportunity to go to the post office with my letters and stretch my legs. Once back I settle down to my meeting and chat about future work and arrange a new timetable.
Back to the shed with my newly delivered cycling gloves and I go for my first in shed cycle. An hour later my arse hurts, Rammstein is louder than I’ve ever had it but I have managed the full hour. My family have gone out so I hit the bathroom and have warm bath bomb bathe, such luxury. Having dried the floor I throw on clothes and settle down to arrange a Tesco delivery for next Friday. I’ve abandoned Sainsburys as at Tesco you can indicate if you will accept substitutes, so hopefully this time I will get Mars bar ice creams and not the crap substituted chocolate ice cream sandwiches that taste like cardboard. Dinner is then ready and I eat.
My evening was mostly watching an appalling thing called the “Luminaries”. That’s an hour of my life I wont get back. I will not do that again. So it was then time to write the blog. Tomorrow I am doing a work review so I need to sparkle in the afternoon.
