Thursday and there is nothing in the diary. I wake up take my vitals, all good there and get up and dressed in order to accompany my partner to the gym. On arrival there is a conversation had with my partners hairdresser who has the salon at the gym. The upshot is that I now have a date and time to give up my hair. On Friday the 11th I shall shed my 6 year old hair, trim my beard right down in preparation for the onset of the chemo rechallenge. I’ve all ready done a quick “equipment check” to make sure I have the things I need to support the chemo. Children’s tooth brushes as my gums will get raw, antiseptic wipes and all the things I will need to self inject for the five days after the infusion. So I am slowly gathering my resources and putting my plan into place. It gives me the illusion of “doing something” but I know the real “doing something” will be the moment they stick the chemo (Yew tree goo) into my arm, that’s when it is really game on.
Once I am booked into with the hairdresser I settle down to eat my bacon bun and sip my black americano. While my partner does her “bobbing about in the water” class I sit and read The Memory Police by Yoko Ogawa, another present from a friend. It is an intriguing book with a disturbing premise where like Brave New World can be rewritten only in the Memory Police things disappear along with the ability to remember them.
Once my partner has finished her aqua aerobics and joined me in the gym lounge we head for home. Once home I set about researching stair gates again having thought through the options and the discovery of low profile gates. Eventually I find one that fits our needs and order it. With this major chore done I take a trip to the post office to get rid of our Christmas cards. I arrive just in time to get the cards into the evening post. I collect some supplies and return home. There is time to put all my too small trousers into storage bags and stow them away in my “maybe I’ll get into them again” storage space. A quick Hoover round and I am ready to stop for the day. I take the chance to watch the highlights of the first day of the second test in Australia. Looked like it was going tits up but Root got a ton and and the tail end fast bowler got 35, so the day ended with the Brits due to come out for the second day with a decent score thanks to a final wicket partnership.
The evening arrives and I eat tea and start to draft the bog with Celebrity Race Across the World on in the background. So the evening winds it way towards night meds and some last minute organising for my partners birthday tomorrow.
