Wednesday and I continue on my reduced steroids regime. I am not sure if I am experiencing any change or any adrenal insufficiency at the moment, all I can do is continue to monitor myself. The day is slow, by which I mean I have lazed a great deal and little of anything else. I did build a support structure for the tomato plants that were in danger of keeling over under the weight of their own foliage. My sunflowers have also been provided with additional long support canes. However my sunflowers are a source of disappointment and embarrassment. I have grown them believing that they are purple teddy bear sunflowers. I bought the seeds labelled as this over the internet. It turns out there is no such thing as a purple sunflower! I’ve been duped by Photoshoped pictures. I checked the purpleness of my sunflowers when I noticed that one of them was beginning to flower and that the colour was yellow. On investigation I find that sunflowers are genetically incapable of producing purple pigmentation. The question is whether I go into revenge mode and track down the bastard that duped me. I suspect I will not unless I see them being advertised again. I am unlikely to be trusting anything on my news feed again or indeed Esty.

So the rest of my time is filed with Commonwealth games and the final episode of STEAL. Of course the broken people somehow survive and walk off into the sunset with twenty million in bitcoin. I take my reduced night meds and go to bed.

Thursday starts with hot water and my usual check of the social media and my messages. Amongst my messages is one that includes a link to Billie Whitelaw performing Samuel Becket’s Not I. It is an amazing fifteen minute piece where all that can be seen is a mouth delivering Becketts words. Its a very strange experience watching just a mouth deliver a stream of consciousness monologue. It is a tour de force and an unexpected way to start a day.

I get up and have breakfast with my morning meds while drafting yesterdays and todays blog. Amazon deliver my new swim joggers to go with my new swim googles. These are a luxury I have given myself to take away on the upcoming Spa break. My partner returns from the physio as I continue with my drafting and watching the Commonwealth Games. Out of the blue the specialist prostate cancer nurse rings me, apparently prompted by the woman who last reviewed me. We chatted for a while and I explained what I was doing with the reduction of my steroids. She was unaware of any steroid reduction policy. We discussed my discomfort at reducing so quickly by 50% and would prefer to reduce slowly by 1mg at a time, especially at this level. She under took to find out if the tablets come in variable dosages and to talk to the consultant pharmacist about tapering off protocols and policies. The call ends and I return to watching the Commonwealth games and see our heavy weight woman weight lifter win gold with a new games record.

Eventually I find my way into the garden and the swing seat where I watch the clouds in the sky and drift around for a while until my partner returns from seeing her mother in the care home. We chat for a while and then I water the tomato plants and the sunflowers as my partner makes tea. I bring my washing in and return to drafting the blog before eating tea and settling down to watch the current drama series. The evening ends with night meds and bed.