DVT DAY 337

Monday and I sleep in unexpectedly after a night of deceptive dreams. By the time I have done breakfast and meds there is pre meeting preparation to be done and some research of a new client. So I am sat at my screens scrolling and noting for a couple of hours breaking off only to print some documents that are needed.

Lunch comes and goes and I feel less like training and decide that I am not going to. I ‘m going to rest , I’m going to have a rest and treat day. I get to my afternoon meeting for which I have dressed formally. Suit, tie, waist coat even the matching trousers. It was a strange but pleasing thing to do and challengened me to decide what to do with my hair. Ponytail.

So meeting gets done, an awful lot of organisation speak and people being important and intelligent. I scribble notes and listen till its time to make my one contribution. At the end of the meeting there is time for a quick business call before Tesco deliver.

An evening of dining, nibbling, grazing against the background of football and TV wall paper. I am deliberatley not thinking about tomorrows oncologist appointment but of course all this distraction shouts loud that part of me is very much thinking about it. So tomorrow morning I shall write my checklist of questions for the oncologist and then sit and wait for the call at noon, not that the time seems to be anything that the oncologist takes any notice of. I am hoping that by the end of the week I can re-banner the blog and lose the DVT heading. Tomorrow the wind blows, the question is, how hard.