DVT DAY 246

Monday and its 8:30 and I am standing in the rain outside the GP surgery waiting for the nurse to let me in and then to stab me with my 28 day injection. Its the same routine, I hand over the injection, she makes it up as I undo my trousers and expose the injection site. We chat all things COVID and Christmas and then she spikes me and pushes the drug into me. We chat next dates and she sees me out the back door, the cancer leper let loose on the village. I drive home and log onto the The Consortium of Therapeutic Communities on line conference.

The conference is full of people I know and have worked with, many of them friends and people I hold in great affection. I miss the therapeutic community world and the work I left behind. In my enthusiasm I tend to be overly verbose and have to reign myself in and listen more. The presentations are very good and extremely diverse, the people delightful. Getting to grips with zoom is going well as well.

As the day goes on I become increasingly aware of how sore I am becoming and how fatigued I am. I’ve started to feel cold and shaky again as I did last time. I liken it to being a junky going cold turkey, its going to last a couple of days at least. By the evening I feel shit so I drink Peroni free and eat dark chocolate, write the blog.