DVT DAY 51 (5TH INJECTION FREE)
It’s been a typical post 28 day injection day. I’ve been tired and listless. It’s very difficult to get myself motivated so I’ve done the necessary but little beyond that. So this morning by the time I was ready for a bath the boiler decided not to work so I had to reset it and postpone the bath till the afternoon. I also had to delay my one to one with the director of the enabling environment programme. We eventually got to spend some Teams time discussing the work that is under way and the future plans. Most of the morning was spent researching various keep fit options and ended up watching ballet classes for adult beginners, referred to as silver swan. How can I resist that? I might just give it a go for a few days. When not watching people doing bendy things with their bodies I chatted with a friend who had braved the supermarket to shop for her family. Apparently it was not an uplifting experience.
Once I had completed my work I escaped to the bath and eased my injection site. By the time I had become wrinkly it was nearing tea time and I idled time away downloading my energy supplier app and trying to use it to submit my gas and electricity meter readings. I read the meters, entered the figures and the robot app decided that there was something wrong with my reading and wanted me to ring their 0800 number. I did not of course. I’m not having a blood phone app calling me a liar or accusing me of being so incompetent as to misread a digital meter. They can send a meter reader round and they can keep social distance and go through the anti-virus decontamination ritual that I will have invented by then. I am sure that smearing peanut butter on the chest and chanting meditation songs can be included in a good anti-virus ritual.
I begin to draft my monthly invoice for April and find that when I tot up the hours that I have done, I’ve discovered I have worked more than usual. It’s a function of working from home and generating new materials. I’ve never been so busy, so there is going to be a cost to that.
An evening of TV, good old Grayson Perry presenting his art club was a highlight. But now it’s time to put the bins out, have a sandwich and see if I can get a decent night sleep.
