Thursday, I wake and do my vitals after a tricky night, the vitals are okay but I am not sure I am. After breakfast I go to the Shed for the first time in a while and there I stay writing letters and notes for most of the day. They are not my usual letters, they seem truncated and less “plump” than usual and I seem to have lost the threads of what was in the letters that I have received lately. It is my attempt to try and make the effort to engage again with my regular correspondents. My first two or three letters are okay but as the day wears on I am reduced to writing short notes of apology for not replying sooner and promising to do so soon. Eventually by the end of the afternoon I give in and retreat to the house and laze.
Early evening and the garden guy arrives to mow the grass and tidy up a bit. There is Olympics to watch but after a while I get bored and buy the seventh series of SWAT, so that settles the evenings viewing. I take my meds and get myself to bed.
Friday and I have had a lousy night and resorted to co-codamol to get me through. I manage to get some sleep late on in the night and wake with the household up. I do my vitals (okay) and check my messages before my partner reminds me that we have to take her car to have its MOT, so I dress, take my meds and drive off to the garage, waiting to pick up my partner once she has dropped her keys off. Back home there is time to post my letters and notes from yesterday adn pick up some kindling wood.
There is little time to rest at home before I walk down to the GP surgery to have my bloods taken for Mondays Oncology review. When I get to the surgery I have little time to wait before I am called. There is a surprise awaiting, my GP has ordered extra bloods to be taken to monitor my apixaban in take and its effects. So having given twice as much blood as usual I walk home via the village shop collecting a paper and some fire lighters. Tonight could be a chimenea night. I rest for a while before ringing the garage to check on the MOT outcome, its good news, an easy pass. I take my partner to get her car and return home. We go out for lunch at our local garden centre and I feel myself begin to flag so we leave and fill the car on the way home.
The last bits of the afternoon is spent resting and watching the Olympics until I get myself together to lay a new fire in the chimenea in case I end up on the patio this evening. The athletics start so I watch the early heats before tea. I shall watch a mixture of athletics and SWAT tonight as I wait for my blood results to come in at midnight. Its the trigger for the “here we go moment” before the oncology review. Its where I find out if my arithmetic is holding up after my bladder stone removal operation. I grit my teeth and start the wait, and hope for the best and a decent nights sleep.
Stop Press: The Bloods are in: The arithmetic is as good as it gets.
