Wednesday and I seem to have slept alright again, thankfully. I am slow to come round but once I do I take my vitals. I seem to be getting back into the habit. A necessary one if I am going to monitor my numbers as I continue to train and take new supplements. My blood pressure remains above what it was before I stopped training on the 1sr of December 2025 but my SATS has risen to 98%, always the first thing to show when I go back to training. So I check my messages and news feeds and then get up. I dress in my training gear not knowing if I am going to make it as I feel fatigued already.

I make breakfast of toast and take my meds before tidying the porch. The snow shovel goes back in the garage along with the compactor tool but I keep the rock salt in the porch. As I pull out weeds from the block paving I pour in some salt to the crack and it stops anything else growing in it. It really works. My tip for the day. I notice the food refuse bin handle is detached from the bin and been left by the waste collectors on the ground. So I set about mending the locking handle. With that done I move my new delivery of compost to where it can be moved to the garden. I think I am about clear of my morning chores when my new delivery of training underwear arrives. So I rearrange my underwear draw and then begin to think about training. My partner goes off to see her mother in hospital with her brother and son after my eldest daughter brings me a paper. I do the first crossword and then get myself ready to train, but a poem interrupts me as a result of the horrible taste in my mouth left over from breakfast.

517
Degarelix kills
the taste buds,
so the world
of food becomes 
flannel and lint.
Oh peppermint, Oh peppermint
You are my oral 
stimulint!
Like Lydia, Oh Lydia
You are my 
encyclopidia
of taste.
Chew or sip
once between the lip
there is no flavour,
no smack, no tang,
no zing to relish
every morsel hellish.
Oh peppermint, Oh peppermint
You are my only
Oral 
stimulint.
						517  15-04-2026

Its a stark choice, train and miss the theatre tonight or not train and go to the theatre. I do not have the energy to do both. In my head there is no real decision to be made. If I do not train my vitals will not improve, I’ll not be able to fight the fatigue as well and I will not make any improvement in the toxicity. So its training for me. I go to the garage, get on the rower, plug Iggy Pop into the ear buds and set myself up for a twenty minute row again. I set off with good sounds in my ears. By the end of the twenty minutes I have improved on yesterday’s figures. Not a lot but enough to be encouraging.

I get out of my kit and down some Lucozade and some Ben and Jerry’s ice cream. I take up my place on the sofa and start to draft the blog for the day. There are more crosswords to do. My afternoon is a fucking nightmare. I cannot get into my emails on my laptop or my phone. I spend hours on line to the BT guides. It’s a long afternoon and in the middle of it there is a hail storm that sets my partners car alarm off. She rings me to tell me her car app has told her the alarm is going. This is at the point I am trying to download an install the Chrome browser as suggested by the GP Guide on line. Its just a croc of crap all at the same time. I’ve eaten the tea time pizza and opened the chocolate mini eggs but still no emails. I uninstall everything and then start over trying to use Chrome. Eventually I get to my inbox on the laptop and the phone using Chrome on both. I have no confidence that things will work in the future. I settle down and watch TV until the football comes on. My partner and eldest daughter have gone to the theatre, me not having the energy to make the theatre. I sip cold Coke, take my meds and slide towards bedtime just wanting the day to be over and for sleep to engulf me.

Tomorrow must be a day of rest with at least a small training time.