
Saturday and I wake up feeling chipper and quite spoonful, so there is Saturday morning chat and the a cooked breakfast. My night has been good and my start to the day is feeling positive and then suddenly I go down hill. I go for a piss and find myself experiencing burning discomfort once again. I am determined not to buckle and go with my partner to local garden centre to get some food. On the way I check my tyres and then fill my car with petrol. All goes well. We get to the garden centre and suddenly I need the toilet, so I dash off to find one. My symptoms have worsened so I leave my partner to do the shopping and I sit in the car.
I drive home and it begins to feel like an Uluru (bladder stone) attack. My partner and eldest daughter go out to collect some mending and to have a coffee. It is not long before I am passing blood. I switch into plan A, antibiotics, no blood thinners for three days and a co-codamol. I go into rest mode and watch rugby on TV with my feet up. This is going to be crap, as I enter another half man half drugs state. For now its rest and self kindness. This is not a good day, even though the sun shines. For me its rest, eat, sleep and focus on doing what I can do slowly. My partner and eldest daughter go to see a film and I hunker down to a night of films and night meds. When all is said and done this as been a crap day, one of those days that saps strength and poses more challenges than it does rewards. Tomorrow is another day.


