The Monday after the 96th birthday shindig and an evening of TV. I seem to have slept okay, so the magic nasal strips might be working. I am aware that they are black and wonder if they are similar to Dumbo’s black feather.
As I have said before it could be not taking a substantial amount of my prescribed meds. Any way I wake and take my vitals, which are average and then get up to breakfast and meds. Importantly it is crucial that I send my youngest daughter the charger that she left behind that powers the child monitor at night. So placing it in a sock my youngest grandson left behind along with a small plastic rattley ball I bubble wrap it all up and pop it in a double envelope. I sounds and feels like a suspicious package that if ever x-rayed would definitely be opened. The post office clerk did not bat an eyelid and I sent it winging its way back by guaranteed tomorrow delivery. Mission accomplished I return home with a paper and sweets and settle down after my efforts to do the days crosswords. I have to say I fairly flew through them today and it makes me wonder if sleeping better is helping. Hopefully it is, but I am not about to sleep deprive myself to find out.
By lunch time there is a new task on the horizon namely lunch and checking the tyres on both mine and my partner’s cars. We go in convoy to the local garden centre and eat snacks before driving next door to the garage to check check both sets of tyres and fil up with petrol. Being shrewd and parsimonious pensioners we get both sets of tyres done on a single pound and then blow it on petrol for the cars. Once home I need a rest. It sounds ridiculous I know but it takes little effort to slow me down considerably. As a stop gap I sit on the recliner and start to draft todays blog, while my partner scours the internet for a break by the this week, me foolishly having indicated that I might be up for a short break this week.
The evening rolls round and my partner is going to have singing lesson this evening during which I will find a way of amusing myself but ultimately I shall take my night drugs and don my magic feather nasal strip and see how the sleep pattern goes.
Today is the fifth anniversary of the start of my chemotherapy. Here I am five years later in an unexpected space. Alive, refusing angina medication and on an enforced rest from my cancer treatment apart from my 28day injection. It doesn’t feel too bad, all I need to do is to keep trying to train while I get my next scan on the 10th of September and my next oncology review on the 18th of September. I am hoping for a sign off from the cardiac boys and girls and the oncologist gives me the go ahead to restart my cancer pills. Its been an interesting 5 years.
