DVT DAYS 221,222,223 & 224
Thursday, Friday, and Saturday was recovery time, which basically meant me laying around and then having spurts of energy as I caught up with a vague to do list. Amongst which I am ashamed to say is catching up with my grandsons birthday which passed me by. On Friday a rowing machine got delivered, one of my bursts of energy was to put it together, so now the garage is beginning to look truly like a gym. All I need now is the energy to use it.
All Saturday afternoon was spent in the office glued to the computer screen as I “attended” a webinar that I had booked and paid for some weeks ago when I thought I needed to do some cpd. From there it was a drive to friends for a meal. Fortunately we are both in tier 1, moderate, zones. No touching, hand shaking, fist pumping, elbow clashing at all, just socially distanced dining and conversation. Actually it was a real pleasure after the week I had had and good to know that others are surviving. So a late night to bed and a lots to think about.
Sunday up and the ritual weigh in. Disaster; 95.4 kilos, I’m officially obese again. Too much comfort food and no exercise during being ill has made me a fat boy again. We eat a late breakfast before confirming my arrangements to see my clinical supervisor on Monday. I’ve done a lot of work over the last few months amidst all the other stuff that COVID has brought alongside my cancer and I need to get it all straight in my head for my own wellbeing. It looks like I and the family are going to face weeks and months over the autumn and winter of going no where and being hunkered down in the house together. I need a plan to stay balanced and clarity about what I am going to do with that time. So today I catch up with washing , packing, and putting the garden to bed for the autumn. Still the garden gives me unexpected gifts.
I’ve no doubt I’m going to watch trash television at some point as there is no sport to watch. I’m hoping my motor will begin to run again as the coming week gets under way, there are meeting to attend and a lot of catching up to do. I’ve just discovered the calendar on my phone has wiped all the events and entries prior to September 2019, all my records of the time in Jamaica from when I became ill have just gone, I hate IT. I feel like I’ve lost an important document of my last two years experience. So much for having control of your own IT, clearly its a myth. Back to pen and paper for me.
