Thursday and I wake up after a good nights sleep and set about my waking routine. Vitals are good and my socials and messages are all run of the mill. I’m feeling sluggish and it feels like this is a day of few spoons, however I had decided yesterday that this needs to be a training day so I get up and get into my training, down my morning meds and eventually get to the garage and the rower. I make a bad choice, I choose to listen to a BBC radio beat compilation while I row, it is not only boring but intensely annoying, so I will not be doing that again. I row for 45 minutes on level 4 in a state of irritation at the sounds in my ears. Eventually the session is over and to my surprise I have rowed a personal best for this new era of training. Perhaps I row better if I am irritated!
By the end of the session I am almost spoonless. The session gets recorded and I stare into space for a while as I listen to the Infinite Monkey Cage and gather up my self. I do a bit more Christmas shopping on the internet before having a shower. Feeling clean and refreshed but with no more spoons I invent a new sandwich after staring into the fridge wondering what I really want. This is how the peanut butter/ tinned salmon/ corn beef sandwich gets born. Actually protein packed and surprisingly tasty especially when washed down with diet Red Bull.
The blog starts to gets drafted as I listen to The Infinite Monkey Cage on Hedgehogs, Elasticity, The Science of Baby Making and A Starless Word, so it is like an intensive brain meal to go with my new protein packed sandwich. Already the sun is going down and the evening is crawling over the garden and the view from my recliner. I feel like a spider waiting for things to come to fruition so that I am partner birthday ready and Christmas ready. One thing about having limited spoons is that life becomes more strategic so that my energy gets spent more efficiently. I could have done with this skill years ago. The secretary of the surgeon who is going to deal with my Viking disease rings me and explains that she needs the quote for my operation in January so that it can be adjusted to take account of the post operation finger physio. I promise to share as soon as I get it.
My evening might be football focused or reading focused or a mixture of both, whatever I do it will end up with me taking my night meds and hoping for a good nights sleep.
