Friday and its a day of work. I am up in time to have breakfast and then I am in front of my screens logging into a review meeting. I am part of a four person team one of whom is late and then does not turn her screen on, which pisses me off immensely but I say nothing as there is a job to be done with the therapeutic community. We discuss issues with staff and members over the morning and have sessions with the team. At the end of our time we give our feedback to the community. They are a good team and we hope that what we offer them has been useful. Now there is the report to write.
I write some notes and then have a late lunch of soup. I walk to the village chemist and pick up my prescription. Its that time of the month again and I will be working towards my Monday injection. The post brings me the date for another scan on the coming Friday. I go out to make sure the squirrels have food for the weekend and find I have run out of their food so I drive to the garden centre to get more. I find they have peanuts but have no stock of specialist squirrel food. I return home and immediately order squirrel food from Amazon, which will arrive tomorrow. I have also ordered Elena Ferrante’s The Lost Daughter. Having seen the film and been surprised and intrigued in equal measure I want to read the book from which the film was made.
By the time that it is dark its time for me to train. I really do not feel like it but I pull on my kit and get myself into the cold garage to row.
The session is a difficult one. I feel guilty that I have not done more training this week so I row for 15 minutes at my usual level 5 but then move up to maximum level 8 for the final 15 minutes. Its hard work but at the end of the session I’ve still only done 6222 metres and spent 404 calories. It feels like I have put in a lot of work but not really gained anything from it. I flop into the evening of mindless TV, food and an early night.
Saturday and its a lazy start towards a bacon bagel breakfast and a morning of getting myself ready for a late lunch date. The squirrel food arrives along with the Elena Ferrante book. I immediately look at the ending and find it was not what I expected from the film and feel a bit miffed but I am to find out later when I start reading from the beginning that it is one of those books that tells you the end to start with and then works you through to the moment before the end. So I shall read on in due course as I am finding it an easy read. Whether this is because I’ve seen the film or not I do not yet know. I drive to my lunch meeting with old friends and colleagues. One of them has flown in from Bermuda in order to attend his granddaughters christening on Sunday, so its a flying visit before he returns to Bermuda on Monday. We dine, chat, reminisce and talk about the responsibilities and feeling towards our parents and the old in need of care. We enjoy each other until the early evening when we go our separate ways. I drive home to an evening of football and TV including a film, The Edge of War. I’m too tired to write the blog and I need to get myself to bed.
Sunday, I wake, make drinks and return to bed to read The Lost Daughter. I go to the bathroom to weigh myself in and wish I had not. I weigh in at 95.8 kilos! I’ve manged to put on almost 2 kilos in a couple of days. I’m so disappointed and angry with myself. I need a lifestyle that affords me the energy to keep myself fit and reasonable un-fat. It just reinforces my thoughts about not working anymore. Breakfast follows with my meds including the addition of paracetamol to counteract the physical response I sometimes get as a result of the monthly injection and then it is time to go for a walk. I discover that I have very little petrol so I take a detour to fill the car and find that the garage is closed. I drive us to the local park where we plan to walk adn see the deer. It becomes instantly apparent that every one else in Leicester has decided to do the same. We drive into the car park to find it full, in fact overflowing. We do not stop and go off in search of petrol. We finally find a garage that we use and I fill the tank. Feeling confident in the tank we drive back to our local park and walk the duck pond and nature walk. Once home we watch our local rugby team loose by throwing away a game. Time to catch up with the blog before and evening of lazing, reading and drugging.
