Thursday and I wake up to blazing and blinding sunshine as the curtains are ajar. It is quite late and as I sit up to start the day in my nice warm bed I am aware that my nose feels a bit odd and sure enough I am having a very small nose bleed. So grasping a tissue I spend the first ten or fifteen minutes of consciousness pinching my nose with my head tipped forward. It soon abates and gives me time to check my vital, which are all good. My partner brings me toast and tepid water, (remember, no hot drinks for two weeks given my nose bleeds) while I am hooked up to the blood pressure machine. Vitals finished I say farewell to my partner as she goes to the gym and I get up and into my training gear.
Before training I get the giant bag of peanuts to the garden shed using my sack barrow. To my dismay I find that 25 kilos of peanuts will not fit into the bird feed bin. I improvise and then fill the squirrel feeder and the bird feeders. With the fauna of the garden catered for I get myself up for training, but nit before I put my washing in. Clearly it is going to be a short and gentle session so I set myself up for for a 30 minute row. The other issue is that it is the coldest day of the year so far in the garage. I set off and 30 minutes later I am getting into the warm not really caring how far I had rowed just pleased it is over.
I have just finished recording the session in my journal when a friend calls as she goes off to collect Christmas and birthday goodies while her daughter is doing an activity. We chat for a while and compare Christmas notes and the issues that come up. I have just finished when my partner returns from bobbing about in the water and we have a quick lunch. The shower refreshes me and I am ready to do stuff, like move my washing into the dryer and hang stuff on the clothes horse. So with everything tickerty boo I suggest to my partner that we go to the garden centre to get bird feeding balls to go into the bird feeder that I have been given as a Christmas present. I have already installed it earlier in the day when I wrestled the peanuts into the shed. The trip was a quick one, no one was at the garden centre, the shelves and racks mostly bare except for rows of poinsettia that are awaiting Christmas execution. I never kept one of those alive, they just die slowly and sadly during the season of festive joy.
Once home the cold frames are checked and I fill the new bird feeder with balls. The birds cannot complain, I am giving them seed, peanuts and suet balls, and the squirrels are now appearing in two’s and three’s and running around like mad things.
The temperature drops quickly and I settle on the sofa to draft the blog aware that there is “utilities room” organising going on, signalled by my eldest daughter presenting my with my tumble dried clothes for folding and squirrelling. So I move into the evening ordering a set of thermals as I cannot locate the set I thought I had. From the enticements to buy them it appears that it is acceptable to lounge in them, on this basis I bought lavender ones.
The evening approaches and the clothes need putting away before food and I need to fill my drugs dosettes for the next two weeks before Celebrity Race Across the World is on TV. It feels like I have done more than I thought I would today, which is quite pleasing. I am hopeful that I can get cracking tomorrow and do more Christmas shopping, wrapping and of course its time to think about card sending. First there will be meds and sleep and whatever surprises they day still has in store for me. All this time in the back of my mind I am asking myself which of my fight cancer options I am going to take. It is still a Sticky Wicket.
