Friday, was a day of joy as I got to see my youngest grandson for a while, blow him bubbles in the sunshine on the new patio. The rest of the day I spent managing myself and watching football. Its not exciting but it is a phase I need to get through. My world has become more confined so less interesting, so feeding my head has become more of a tricky task. Thankfully I have found Radio 4 and 3 again, with gems like the News Quiz and the afternoon concert.

Saturday and after a night of co-codamol sleep I surface and drop into my self maintenance routine. I am getting listless and want to get rid of this damn catheter as soon as possible. I distinctly remember being told I would get a letter with an appointment to go back to have my catheter out in a weeks time but as yet no letter has arrived. I suspect I will be ring the ward at some point soon. Of course Monday is my regular 28 day injection day, which is booked in with my usual organisation. So there is going to be some juggling to be done. It would seem that life has a quirky way of finding new ways of making life just a bit more difficult, to whit I discover whilst having breakfast that I have a filling that has disappeared. Whatever the process is, it has impeccable timing. By lunch time I am organised enough to think about getting up and having some sunshine patio time.

The afternoon is taken up with lounging and managing myself while the garden guy mows grass and puts pots back in place. My youngest grandson plays with the family until his early bedtime. About the same time I retreat to the spare room to rest and watch the final football game of he day, then its my new bedtime rituals, night meds and an early night. I am going from hour to hour trying to keep myself comfortable and pain free. As always tonight I will hope for sleep and assist it at some point with co-codamol. I realise the blog is hardly up lifting at the moment but it reflects the grind that things are at the moment. I keep telling myself that this will pass, I really hope it does.