A few days ago I had a return of energy and a certain feeling of europhoria as I emerged from the leg-work element of the chemo cycle.
If I am lucky enough to have the same experience in the next cycle then I will reign it in a little.
No major issues to report, but when I awoke yesterday I knew that I had overdone it a little in the last couple of days. My benign facial tumour is vascular and when my body is tired or a bit run down it feels "pumped". Not like it has been doing dumbell curls with Arnold Schwarzenegger but enough that I am aware.
It is good to be aware of the early warning signs that your body can give you and I factored it in as I made my way in on the early train to work. Sam the Eagle and I were going for a meeting in the City with "Marmot" and the "Latin Scholar" to move a project forward, so it was worth making the effort. The meeting was convivial and constructive so that made things easier.
By mid-morning "The Dragon" was surfacing in my back, ribs and chest (he only awakes when I am tired) so I decided that I would leave work as soon as I had covered my tasks and try and get some rest before heading out for a meal with Notoplip, Sushi SandD and Kitten.
The end result was that I took a bit of a back seat last night as I was pretty tired the whole evening. It was still a good night out and it was good to catch up with SandD as I haven't seend them for a few weeks.
When we left the restaurant shortly after 11pm SandD looked like they had just performed their stretching exercises and were ready to run the marathon. The truth is that, although I am not drinking, the others only mustered a few drinks between them. Five years ago the table would have been saturated with Veuve Clicquot, Barolo and Jack Daniels and we would have been on somewhere else afterwards. This time though I was happy to crawl under my duvet and rest my little body. I think that Notoplip and Sushi were happy for the early lift home too and we had a relatively short but enjoyable night out.
Today, I feel better for it.
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