Sunday and before you know it, it is mid morning. It seems that the new mattress is doing its job and allowing a longer nights sleep. I weigh myself. It is not good, I come in at 99.9 kilos. It is the result of my inactivity over the last two weeks and my sweet tooth that is doing the damage. My partner and I breakfast and I take my morning meds still including the antibiotics. There are some things to do that I have let slip over the past week including ensuring the squirrels and the birds get fed. I venture into the garden and fill the feeders. While out in the fresh air of my garden I take the opportunity to drain the water butt. Such simple tasks but ones that I find drain me of energy spoons. I get everything back into the the shed and then take in the garden camera.

There is very little on the garden camera except for one appearance of our local fox. With this done its time for a late lunch and a bit of rest. I have rediscovered my foot stimulator, which is not something I get to say often, but I really enjoy that tingling feeling in my feet. It is strange watching my toes twitch as the current flows through my feet and in to my calves. It is oddly refreshing. The challenge of course is to move the intensity up. So far I am up to 65 on the dial so there is a way to go to 99. With singing feet I do a bit hoovering and then watch a rugby match. Everything is being done in small bursts.

The evening rolls round to the evening meal and the world athletic championships. This is the evening I start to take prophylactic paracetamol before tomorrows monthly injection. I am mentally stealing myself for the walk down to the GP surgery at midday tomorrow. Its not so much the actual injection, although not pleasant, it is the following 48 hours where it becomes sore and I feel like a withdrawing junkie. So I am preparing myself. All I can ask is for is a good nights sleep and no worsening of my symptoms.