Monday rolls around and I have survived the nasty shock of shopping on a Sunday at at a retail park. My partner brings me hot water before going to the gym to bob about in the water (aqua aerobics) and I slip into my meds ordering day routine, I take my vitals, which are good, and then order my regular drugs on line. There is then the now ritualised wait on the end of the phone as I ring my GP’s surgery to book my 28 day injection. When I get through I explain who I am and why I need an appointment (28 day injection). The reception recognises me, which is lovely, and then offers me an appointment on the Wednesday, the 30th day after last 28 day injection. I point out that its a 28 day injection and she then finds me a “squeeze in” spot for 11:25 on the Monday. I thank her and ring off. In a moment of reflection I recall a comment by my partner about my poetry and of course I scratch out a few lines.
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Half Eeyore, half Polly Anna,
but it seems only Eeyore
drops onto the page.
My partner grumbles
"what about the happy stuff".
She's right of course
and I wonder
"where does the good stuff go? "
Seen but overwhelmed?
Felt but swamped,
in a war
where only the poppies
get noticed
at the end.
There you go again!
Bloody Eeyore!
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I get up and get into my training gear and descend to the kitchen for breakfast. I need to clear the kitchen and empty the dish washer before I can get my frugal toast and fruit juice. I listen to the Infinite Monkey Cage for a while and then get to the garage to row, I decide that I will have a go at a 45 minute session and see what happens. I’ve not been feeling great lately so I am intrigued to see how it will go. I am surprised as I manage to get over the 9 kilometre mark and burn 600+ calories, which pleases me greatly.
The effort has taken a lot out of me so I relax and eat the last remaining poached pear from Saturday and listen to more Monkey Cage before having a shower. Having a shower is at the moment interesting as occasionally the shower head will stop and flash up “LP” (low pressure) on its display and turn itself off, turning having a shower into a type of hygiene roulette. So it was today, having lathered up nicely the shower just stopped and it took some minutes and several resets before I could be become sudsless. One of the up sides of going to the gym is that its a free and dependable shower, perhaps I should over come my resistance to the gym environment. Feeling refreshed I slip into one of my new pairs of leisure trousers and realise I need another belt, ( the down side of getting fat), so smelling fresh and sweet I get onto Amazon immediately and select a couple of leather belts in my size. With that done I start to draft the blog while I wait for Tesco to deliver. When they do its all hands to the pump to get it all squirreled away and then back to the blog. As my partner is at her singing lesson tonight there will pie, crafted during the afternoon and then we slide into the evening. The reality is a dubbed Japanese film followed by Have I Got News For You and then my meds before getting to bed.
