DBT 323
Another Monday rolls round and I wake up to find the rest of the household already at work. A simple breakfast of muesli and coffee accompanied by my daily drugs. I check my mail and set myself for the day. A quick call to the GP surgery books my next 28 day injection for next Monday and my pre oncologist blood test. I review what I wrote yesterday and settle on writing a letter during the morning. The snow is still hanging around so I decide to clear our path and drive way so that the Tesco person will be able to deliver this afternoon with out the the risk of an icy path. So I take a quick trip to the post box, move a car off the drive and then get to work with my snow shovel and broom. I sweaty few minutes and the path is clear. Its time for a smoothie as I need to get into the shed to train before Tesco person arrives. So I get into my training kit and make for the shed.
Time 
Kilometrees 
Calories
I am impressed with me, a new personal best. 22.12 kilometres in the hour, this is good and my body knows it. I get back to the house and shower. I note my urine is dark and put it down to dehydration due to the exercise but I will monitor it over the next 24 hours.
I tidy the kitchen and as I am clearing away the washing up Tesco person arrives, rings the door bell. My daughter and I go to the door and find the twat has emptied the trays into the porch. Usually we take the delivery trays off the delivery person and empty them in the kitchen and return the empty trays. This mindless arsehole has dumped the lot in the porch because he thinks its faster and he can just piss off. My daughterr and I retreive our groceries and store them away. So I finally get to have my post training tomato soup.
By the time the household stops work and “comes home” it is dark and its time to move the car back onto the drive. A friend calls and we chat about COVID and the continuing draining effect that it has on everyone.
The family eat tea and I binge on football and NCIS at the same time as chatting with a friend about the difficulty hunting down some information on care homes. The frustration of not finding an email address for the registered manager is annoying but there will be other ways.
Finally its time to write the blog. This feels like the calm before the storm as I edge closer to my next oncologist appointment. But first there is a scan and a blood test to do this week in preparation. This is a time of anniversaries of ghosts I would rather forget but they are not so easily put aside, they are just part of the history of the ongoing process.
