Sunday and I wake from a reasonable nights sleep. There is one aim of the day and that is to get out of the house. I have not left the house since Monday when I went for my 28 day jab. I have experienced extreme soreness and fatigue unlike anything before. It has taken me seven days to recover any sort of energy beyond resting and reading. A couch potato week basically. My partner makes breakfast and we eat together. After taking my morning meds I watch a football match and then make the effort to get ready to go out. I am determined to do the driving an d indeed do, taking my partner to the local garden centre, where we indulged in afternoon jam scones and a coffee. While there we picked up food for tea and some odds and ends. I dove us home and felt much better for being out. I was tired but reassured that I was getting some energy back. Amazon deliver a new play mat for the youngest grandson who might visit next weekend, along with a jar of Berryman’s Chocolate Peppermint Creams. The latter is an attempt to have things I can taste as my taste buds are still not functioning due to chemo. I watch a rugby match and ease into the evening with tea and episodes of Brokenwood Mysteries until I down my night meds and go to bed early, tomorrow I have a chiropody appointment at 9:30 and I am not sure how I will fare. I ask Alexa to set the alarm for 7:30am.
Monday and the alarm I asked for goes off. I get out of bed and head for the shower. I go thorough my showering rituals, I am sure we all have them, and finally I am ready to dress and get breakfast until I realise that Alexa had activated the usual 06:45 morning alarm! It was only 07:09. I went back to bed and stayed there, clear and sweet smelling until 08:15, when I got up, dressed and made breakfast. It was a pleasure driving to the chiropodist feeling a bit more myself than I had felt for a while. My chiropodist is a foot magician, after my time with her my feet are very happy feet and feel terrific, it is one of the best things I do to look after me. I of course book in for my next appointment and then pop into the co-op for a paper, a sandwich and a bag of jam doughnuts.
On my way home I decide to fill my petrol tank, I have about half a tank but decide to fill up on the basis that any petrol I put into my car will have gained in value by the time I get home, given what is going on in Iran. I see it as an investment. I now have 400 plus miles in the tank, which could see me through for a time, perhaps even to the end of the American madness. Once home with my full tank I do the crosswords, eat the sandwich and then catch up with drafting the blog as my partner goes off to the gym to do aqua aerobics. I give my feet a treat by giving them a session on the “circulation Max X reviver”, a device for electrocuting the feet and calves. I have no idea if it does anything but I quite enjoy the tingle of electricity in my feet.
My post arrives including a book from a friend, along with the dreaded council tax notification. The tax bill is what I expected but when I open the book bag I am delighted to find two books. I have heard of both and I might have read one but I do not remember. I now have reading material to see me through till Easter. Its a good place to be.
So with ample reading material I settle down to a jam doughnut and a quiet afternoon until Tesco come a and deliver. Then it is all hands to the squirreling away. I am anticipating tonight’s football cup match as my team “the mighty Brentford” will be playing West Ham for a place in the quarter finals of the FA cup. Of course Brentford lost so I took my meds and went off to bed disappointed.
