DVT DAY 67

Suns up and so am I, breakfast, shower and trousers. Yes trousers. Today I have to give blood to track my PSA level. Cancer is such fun, like the Lone Rangers horse, a four-legged friend, never lets you down. But first a team meeting on TEAMS to discuss my contribution to our ten week programme. Ends up with me agreeing to re-record my blog and to add a couple of bits to some info cards. I duck out of the meeting on time to go to the GP surgery. My partner drives me to the surgery and I am left in the car while my partner books me in. I am beckoned out of the car and directed to the back door, yep the back door. We shielded get all the best care. So I am in the back door, straight into the clinical room and before I can start anything resembling small talk the needle is in my arm and I am two vials light of my precious blood. No time to tell her I am on blood thinners so I press extra hard on the cotton wool ball she sticks to me punctured arm.

I get driven home the long way round and I go to the shed having hung my washing out. There I try to re-record the video but all to no avail. I have a sound problem and will need to use the main system in the office when I can get in. Lunch time, sandwiches, fruit and an unexpected letter to read from an old colleague before I set up for the afternoon open forum. The forum went okay, time for a walk before I write up my notes. A sunny day deserves a longer walk and that’s what I did, an hour and a half today. My i-pod plays me a rich selection as I walk until I finish by flopping on the garden swing seat an listen to my favourite Bette Midler track.

I retreat to the shed and start writing my notes up. My eldest daughter comes to see me and presents me with two face masks. I try them on and find my ears are not elastic friendly and it takes a while to get the hang of securing the mask to my face. I have a sense that this will not be my last mask and look forward to see what the fashion world of the mask has to offer.

Dinner time and I abandon the shed for tuna pasta and a seat in front the of the TV. By the time it was through it was time for my partner to set up for her virtual singing lesson and for me to clear the shed and bring in my washing. So here I am in front of the TV writing the blog to a background of unremitting virus misery, the unfortunate and the dying. I think I will give up TV, I no longer give a toss. Tomorrow I am spending all day on the garden inspired by my grandfather’s irises starting to bloom with an incredible scent.