DVT DAY 317

Tuesday and I have letters to finish. ( I notice the spell check on the blog is not working again. Everytime there is a software change the spell check goes). Anyway its time for muesli and coffee. So I retreat to the sofa today to finish my letter which turns into three letters. It seems that once I get going I have a compulsion to continue writing. By lunchtime I am ready to hand over my mail to my partner and daughter to post on their midday walk. I get on with the tricky business of changeing the door seal on the cooker. I spend a useful five minutes watching a video on how to do it and then get myself ready for the operation. Not only do I change the seal but also tighten up the door cover. Mission successful.

I am on a roll and so I get the recycle bins out and take the car to the garage to fill with petrol and check the tyres. We can now go anywhere at the drop of a good excuse for an essential journey. I am still on a roll and sort out some finance stuff and write a brief note. I take myself to the post office and get proof of posting. So that was all very productive but its time to get myself into the garage for a rowing session, which is what I do.

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Ya go me, thats a personal best, I am back to being able to do more than 6 kilometres in 30 minutes. Given I am doing the sessions in a track suit and three layers in a garage that was 6 degrees I reckon I can do better than that in time to come, I might add another 500 metres to that distance as the temprature goes up and I get fitter. The real aim is to hit my first weight target by the time I see the oncologist at the start of February. If I do that I will have achieved my first goal for the year.

I am out of my training gear and ready for the evening meal and some fooball. I find my new banjo dvd and book has arrived. Apparently I am going to be playing tunes in no time at all. Well I am up for that but I think the authors may have over estimated my abilities. I get the basics in my head its my hands that seem to have a seperate mind that wants to do something else. All of that goes along with no sense of rythm. I note that it is possible to buy jars of ear plugs, which maybe a compassionate gift for my family.

Football ends, which I’ve not really watched. The more I watch it the more I find my interest in ice hockey growing. I write the blog and plan tomorrow. I need to do some real work tomorrow and write some of the papers that I have started. These days of COVID are thought provoking days, after seeing todays figures and the work that is being done I feel I am not doing enough or not being useful. It is something that frustrates me, this being confined and being seen as vulnerable and therefore redundant, its a feeling I dislike. There are perhaps things I can return to offering, its a thought that requires some thinking time.