Tuesday rolls around after a poor night, my jab site got me out of bed at four in the morning requiring paracetamol. I take my vitals as my partner goes off to the gym. My vitals are good, there seems to be a sight decrease in my blood pressure since the introduction of the steroids, I will need to see if eh arithmetic bears this out or not. On getting up I get into my training gear and have a fried egg sandwich breakfast with my mornings med. While my food settles I up date my blood pressure spread sheet and look at the average blood pressure so far this cycle with the added steroids. The figures suggest a dip, whether it is the steroids or the contiguous withdrawal of sweets, cakes, biscuits add treats from my diet I do not know but I hope, and it is just a hope at the moment that my PSA is staying steady, a fall would be a bonus. I send happy birthday messages to my eldest grandchild in Sweden who seems to like the present I sent him.
With my partner out at the gym and my eldest daughter out to work I decide to try and train. My jab site from yesterday is sore so I decide on an half hour session with the aim of just getting to the end of it. The garage is colder than it has been for a while so I press on and get going. By the end I am breathless but happy that I have got over my par distance of 6 kilometres.
After recording the session I gather together the Amazon parcels that have arrived for me. My author copies of The Cancer Years Anthology: Man to Man have arrived as have the padded envelopes that fit them. I spend some time with my partner doing face time with my youngest daughter and then I set about packaging up the review copies of Man to Man. I have gone for a mixture of local and national media. I have no expectation that any of them will respond, and I am not sure what I will do if they do respond. Its one of those “don’t hold your breath” times. I am pretty sure the Poetry Review will ignore me, as I am not a “name” or a prize winner. With several padded envelopes tucked under my arm I trot over to the post office and avoid answering the questions from the inquisitive post person who seems interested in all the addresses. With the books on their way I return home with a newspaper. There is a quick email to my publishers to let them know what I have done and then get on with drafting the blog as I hear tea being prepared.
Tonight England play Latvia in a World Cup Match, so I shall watch that and then the last episode of Riot Women on iplayer before taking my night meds, putting the bins out and going to bed hoping for a solid nights sleep.
