Thursday, a rest day (aren’t they all), before tomorrows 28 day jab and bloods. I over sleep again and find when I wake my partner has gone to the physiotherapist and left me a hot water. I take my vital, which again are good except my heart rate that remains elevated. I have few messages and less emails to respond to before checking my news feeds. My partner returns and makes me cheese on toast while I get up. I do the days crosswords and take delivery of a new book, Conn Iggulden’s Inferno, a book about Nero’s fall. It’s arrival prompts me to wish my son in law a happy birthday as we have given him Conn Iggulden’s book as a birthday present. It was his request for the book as a present that spurred me to buy a copy. I thought it would prompt me to read something new that I would not normally read. I’ll be interested to see what I make of it. From an initial look it is clear that a lot of research has gone into it.
Before my partner goes to see her mother in hospital with her brother I make some alterations to the a letter of authorisation that my partner needs for the hospital visit. I run copies off and my partner takes them with her. I do some reading but I find it difficult to concentrate as I nibble biscuits and sip Lucozade. It feels as if I’m distracted but I am not quite sure what by at the moment. At the moment I am getting twitchy about getting the next poetry collection ready for publication as a result of knowing that my chemo rechallenge is going to go on for longer than first planned. I think I had the idea that the new collection would be out by the end of July but now that seems unlikely even though I have started work on it. Having thought about it I return to the early drafts and try to bring them up to date.
A friend on holiday sends me photos of the only shoe bill heron in Great Britain. Its a fabulous bird and warrants being seen. Apparently a solitary bird it can stand still for ages as it hunts fish and even small crocodiles.
My evening is to be focused on “Race Across the World” as this is the final and I get to find out who wins the race. I am rooting for the two young guys, who have worked hard to keep in the race and I think of all the pairs the money would mean the most to them. Having said that I would not mind if the young brother and sister won. As soon as its over I shall be off to bed as I have to be up early for my 28 day jab at 8 o’clock in the morning, followed by having my nails done and then a quick dash back to the GPs for a new set of blood samples to be taken. It seems that trying to be kind to myself and requires a more complex juggle than I bargained for. I just hope the promised sunshine arrives.
