Friday was a day of mixed fortunes. The night had brought snow and the roads and my drive were covered in it. After getting up and doing my vitals, which were a bit better, I clear the drive while my partner makes bacon sandwiches for breakfast. My snow shovel earns it keep. My partner and I are due to have our nails done at 11o’clock but because of the weather we ring to make sure that the spa is open at the gym. There is a problem with doing us together so we agree to go in for 2:3o. This means me moving my chiropody appointment to later in the month. In the light of the new arrangements my partner goes to the gym to do a class while I rest at home.
Out of the blue my chiropodist rings me and says she has a cancellation at 12:30 and am I interested. I grab the chance and get myself ready. My car needs the snow taking off it, so after a bit of a delay I drive Elsie of the drive and off to the chiropodist. The roads are surprisingly good and I arrive in plenty of time. The chiropodist is chatty as ever and gets on with my feet. By the end of the session my feet are feeling brilliant, refreshed and very comfortable. I tip toe through the sludge back to the car and drive off to the gym.
My partner is already in the gym lounge. and as there is time to go before nails time I have a coffee and a sausage sandwich. Before going to the spa to have my nails done I go to the toilet and discover my efforts of clearing the drive of snow has induced a mild bout of Haematuria. I go to the Spa and get my nails done. I have all the builder gel stripped off and just a plain lacquer put on. I need to be able to see if my nails are being affected by the chemotherapy so a plain layer will let me do this. At the end of the session my partner and I leave and drive home in our respective cars.
Once home I start to monitor my Haematuria. It’s not a bad episode but I do not fully clear until 2:20 am the following morning. My evening is spent resting waiting for my Haematuria to settle down as I watch the final episodes of Run Away. Another intriguing ending of a happy nuclear family whose mother is a murderer and unwittingly the murderer of her own son whilst other characters walk away from shooting someone and another gets away free after throwing a young woman over a walk way to her death. Not exactly a moral tale, more of a modern “things are complex” tale.
Saturday and I have had a crap night. The cold I have has kept me awake, my throat is sore and I have a cough that a forty a day smoker would be proud of. I sleep late trying to rest and make sure my Haematuria has completely abated. I eventually get up and put my washing in before making soup and a chunk of panettone for mid day breakfast. I retreat to the lounge and watch a history making football match as Macclesfield beat Crystal Palace the FA cup holders. Its a fairy tale outcome, the stuff the FA cup is made of. I am still feeling delicate and rough so continue to watch football as I draft the blog. A the moment there is nothing to do but wait out the after effects of the cold and the chemo. Its clear that any kind of execration has consequences for me so I have to take a slow pace and try to be gentle with myself. My intention is to remain as inactive as possible for a while and give myself a chance to heal properly. But for now its simple chores like emptying the tumble dryer and organising the next Tesco order. Most of all I am tired and desperate to feel better.
