Saturday and I wake up to a bad day. I instantly know when I wake that I am not feeling good and take it slowly. The most I manage is to accompany my partner to the local garden centre to buy food for the weekend. By the time I get back I’m feeling ropey and retreat to the recliner to passively watch sport most of the day. My evening sees me finish the Blue Lights series. My final acts of the day are to set the dishwasher on its way and to take my night meds. I decide to add co-codamol to my meds in the hope that I get a good nights sleep.
Sunday arrives and I sleep late, so it appears the co-codamol has done the job I wanted it to. I am surprised by my partner who brings me breakfast in bed. Its a lovely surprise and I am motivated to get up and make the effort. I am feeling better from yesterday and hope to do a bit more during the day. I start by doing some life admin and then as my partner goes to the gym I tidy the kitchen and then hoover through the back library room. There is a general clear up going on in the house at the moment so I get a pile of old computer stuff to sort through and discard, apart from a brand new wireless mouse, which I immediately plug into my laptop. My activity catches up with me and I take some time to watch the London Marathon. It brings back memories of the times I ran the race and the different experiences of it, but most of all the memories of the training. I used to run almost everyday come rain or shine, its something I miss. One last admin task is to update my Excel spread sheet of my vitals. From the look of it cycle 11 of my chemo is going to show no average elevation of my blood pressure, my sats remaining even, my heart rate is in the same range and finally my temperature does not vary by anymore than 0.2 degrees. So my arithmetic is holding up.
The garden guy arrived and continued to save as many plants as possible from the planed building work that is due to start this week. Its not the ideal time of year to be doing this as many of the plants in the garden are coming into flowering but it it is unavoidable. I just have to accept that the garden will need this year to recover and look forward to next year and probably the year after as well. If everything survives the moving the garden is going to be pretty full of perennials. I watch the FA cup semi final in which Coventry almost upset Manchester United by coming back from 3-0 down to force extra time and then lose on penalties. The garden guy works like a Trojan to move all the plants from the front garden before drive work starts this week. He will be back on Tuesday to move all the pots from the front.
The evening comes around and the family eat tea before my partner and I indulge in Rom Com evening. Once a week we watch a romantic Rom Com, I am not sure why but it seems to be an evolving routine. On checking my emails for messages from the garden builders I find one from Amazon publishers who are telling me that I will get paid royalties on the 29th of the month. It is another twist in the journey of putting my poetry out there. It feels quite odd to think that I have slipped into this world. I am still not sure what is going on with this side of the process. My collections are on all sorts of platforms internationally at the moment, I’ve looked. My question is how any revenue of any of those platforms could pay me royalties unless the Americans have set something up to skim of the royalties when they put the collections onto the various platforms. I guess these things will become clear as time moves on. At the end of Rom Com evening I catch up with the blog, take my meds and go to bed hoping for time tomorrow to catch up with my to do list.
