Sunday and I wake to the sound of young lungs being exercises in the early morning. I rise later and join the family for breakfast. I take my morning meds and settle down to play with my grandsons. They ae both a delight, one a fully functional and energetic toddler the other a young alert baby who is sitting up and taking it all in. He is very smiley and a well tempered young baby.
As the morning draws to a close there are naps to be had and feeds to be given before everything gets packed into the car ready for the journey home. Somehow everything gets fitted into the car and the small people are strapped into their safety seats followed by the adults. I wave them on their way till they are out of sight. My partner attacks the clearing up and I collapse in front of the TV to watch the climax of the international women’s rugby championship. I even managed to watch my local team thrash their opponent’s. The highlight was the English team overcoming the French, who started very well but gradually wilted under the prolonged power and skills of the English team. The evening meal was taken and then my partner and I finished watching the German spy drama which was our current viewing series. I finished my day watching football highlights, taking my meds and going to bed once the kitchen had been cleared.
Monday starts early, relatively, for me. I take my vitals and drink the hot water my partner brought me before she left to go and see her mother in hospital. I get up and get into my training clothes before eating breakfast and checking my messages and social media. It appears the world is as boring as it was yesterday, laced with the usual state violence and random senselessness of humanity, usually religion based or due to emotional stunted development. Of course human “thickness” is a major contributor to this unedifying soup of of daily inhumanity. I go to the garage to train. I first have to move all the stuff cluttering up the entry and the rowing machine. I really do not want to do this session but I strap myself in and set off for my 20 minutes. Its been 17 days since I last trained due to how crap this chemo cycle has made me feel. I do grind out the session but as I suspect the distance is under par. I am just glad that I get to the end.
After a quick drink of Lucozade I make the bold decision to shower. I am just drying myself down when the window cleaners turn up and ring the door bell. I ignore it and just rest wrapped up in towels until I have the energy to sort out clean clothes. My partner returns from her hospital visit and after a while we head for a garden centre.
It is a real pleasure to have a bacon roll and a black Americano made by someone else. My partner and I chat and discuss possible future remodelling of part of the house. We reach a tentative agreement and then go shopping for new plant pots and along the way pick up a new hanging basket for the front of the house. Once home I retreat to the recliner and begin to draft the blog. The evening meal is taken and then my partner and I search for a new drama series while we wait for the Tesco order to be delivered. Once delivered the goodies are squirrelled away and I head for bed feeling tired after todays efforts.
