Friday, and after a co-codamol sleep induced night I get up and immediately get into my training gear and get myself to the garage and the waiting rower. Strapped in for a half hour session I get the technology going and start to pull. I keep it going albeit slowly but I grind it out. Usually when I start back into training and take a rest day my performance dips but today I end up getting better arithmetic than my previous two sessions this week. It provides hope for the future. So far there has been no ill effects when I take a piss post training and that has to be good.
It is gratifying to see my distance increase again, so I think I have earned at least one rest day over the weekend. I shower, which seems a small thing but its a spoon heavy activity and by the time I’ve dried my long white mane I need to rest. I take my morning meds and sit for a few minutes to gather myself before I walk down to the dentists at 11:30. This is the appointment I chickened out of a week or so ago to have my new crown fitted. At the dentist I am called in quickly and the work starts.
Of course I get a jab of anaesthetic and try to chat as my lip and nose become progressively numb. With what feels like half my face numb the dentist gets to work. She fits a rubber sheet over my mouth in order to keep my tooth to be crowned as dry as possible, its a a strange experience having a rubber sheet clipped across my mouth, it is what I imagine a gimpy feel to be, its not one I like but go with it, I can’t chicken out at this stage. There is lots of running commentary as my temporary crown is prized off and then prepared for the final crown. All the time I have the taste of latex in my mouth. We get to the sticking the final crown and then its over, mission accomplished. I am not feeling great but make it to the reception desk where they relieve me of a wedge of money. It’s a relief to get outside know its over. On my way home I drop into the village shop and pick up a paper and Lucozade.
Once home I am desperate to get some calories into me so I drink Lucozade through a straw and after a while suck an after eight mint. My mouth remains stubbornly numb for ages while I watch the Olympics. My partner and eldest daughter go into town to collect new spectacles, and I continue to wait till my mouth unfreezes. Thankfully my mouth eases enough for me to make an omelette and get a lump of calories into me. I had hoped to make it to the hospital pharmacy but I just have no energy left so continue to watch the Olympics. There are strange new “sports”, the most intolerable is “breakdancing”, I ask you really, “brake dancing”. It’s just pommel horse on the floor to crap loud music and a lot of stupid posing labelled “facing off”.
During the day a new oncology appointment arrived along with a blood sample bag for it. There was also a lovely card from a friend on holiday who has had a good holiday transformed by using a mobility scooter, which is great news. The evening comes along with the return of my partner an eldest daughter who show off their new face furniture. The Olympics return to proper sports and our athletes bring in some relay medals. So Friday night will be a slow one that will end with night meds and the hope that the night brings co-codamol free sleep.
