Its jab Friday so I am awake early and going through my cyber routine early. There in my emails I find the final version of my book cover. I still do not really believe that this is going to happen. The small change that I asked for is there. The inclusion of “So Far” is, I think, me trying to instil hope and to carry the fight on. However I am happy with it and reply to the team telling them that this is okay. I will not hear back till at least early evening given the time difference.

I have no time for breakfast only time to wash down my morning meds and fish out a mask to wear in the GP surgery. The stroll down to the GPs was in bright sunshine and it was noticeable how many people said good morning. Clearly there is a sunshine effect going on, either that or I look like I am likely to kill people. The GP surgery is half full and no one else but me is wearing a mask. Their funeral is what I think. I am called in quickly to the usual nurse, who is very quick, efficient and best of all painless. Her with her skill and me with my good veins are a good team. She notes that the surgery is monitoring my apixaban so she takes double the usual amount. I am out in the twinkling of an eye, taking my mask off as I go. My first thought is to see if the village café is open in order to have breakfast, sadly it is not so I get a paper and head for home, where I whip up and egg sandwich and a fresh herb tea. My run of form on the crosswords holds up and I dash through my usual two and then pause. The meters get read and Mondays Tesco order gets booked and partially done, busy me, I wonder what I am avoiding.

I retreat to the bedroom where I instruct Alexa to play me meditation music while I do my vitals. They come out all good so the first part of todays arithmetic is a positive. I find a home on the book shelves for my Penguin Modern Poets collection and then do the recycling and clear the kitchen. Time then for lunch and a bit of a breather. As I sit sipping soup I continue to watch Ashoka, another Star Wars spin off. By the end of the week I will have done the Mandalorian, Boba Fett and Ashoka. I’m beginning to believe that all the technology actually exists but I draw the line at star whales. After a bit of a binge watch I make the effort and go into the garden and refill the bird and squirrel feeders, I also re-site the garden camera as a hole has appeared at the front of one of the sheds. We have either got mice, miniature badgers or, as I think more likely, rats. With the wild life catered for I get into my training gear and head for the garage to train for half an hour. I try to start out a bit speedier than of late and then keep it going for as long as I can. At the end of the session I am pleased as I have cracked the 6 kilometre mark and he 400+ calories goal. This is a “Go me” moment.

Back in the lounge I record my session and sit for a while recovering adn checking my fitness tracker. I’ve got 173 fitness points, the average required to live longer is 100, so I’m pleased again, more arithmetic that’s in the right direction for survival for longer. Once out of my training gear and into my “slob about” ensemble I recline on the sofa and draft the blog. The is food to eat, a football match to watch, a publishing website to monitor and the wait for my blood results to do yet, Jab Fridays are always long and full of anxiety. To me relief there was no blood in my urine after training, and if that stays the same it will be a good day.

By late night there is no sign of my book but have now got a Kindle Direct Account, and payment and tax arrangements in place, it goes with the account number. All I can do is wait for my book to appear either on Amazon or on my “cyber account book shelf”. I doubt its going to happen tonight and as its Friday I very much doubt I’ll see anything until Monday. So I drink alcohol free rum and cokes, down my night meds, watch the final episode of Ashoka and wait for my bloods to come through. All I want to know is my PSA and my eGFR and then I shall head for bed.

My blood results come in and I caste them up. I am astounded everything is in the normal range and my PSA has dropped again to 1. I’ve never had a set of bloods that have been so normal. Like I say I am astounded, but go me. This is my incentive to continue to train and fight. The arithmetic is good.