After attending the regular radiotherapy appointment yesterday there were a few work issues to deal with and a visit from the "Mustard Man" a friend who lives directly opposite our house. Then the sofa monster got me.
Kitten went out to pick up the kids, who were around friends' houses and I awoke after they arrived back at the end of the first half of the England match. I thought I'd watch the second half but promptly fell asleep again.
There's nothing wrong with sleeping, but then I was awake until 2am, so I am out of sync with the rest of the household.
This is really how boring everything, including me has become. When I commit myself to doing something I do it with singular focus and I now find myself in a strange position of not only not having any energy but not having a any vices either. I have become anodyne.
I was describing this stage of the process to someone and compared it to going for a run with a mate. For the first section you chat and get into your stride but then you hit that mid-section where you are not near the beginning and you are not near the end. You can't talk anymore and it becomes a battle to keep going and keep pushing. Unless there is good reason you know that you aren't going to stop, you will just keep on until you see a marker that signifies that he end is in sight. At that point things get much easier.
The only thing that I haven't actioned yet is the oral morphine, which is intended to make eating easier. I've never had any form of morphine before, so perhaps that's as close to a party as I am going to get in the near future. I haven't touched it yet and, of course, it is only to be taken in small doses but I will probably give it a go this weekend to see if I can get a substantial meal down.
It's a quiet weekend and, under normal circumstances I would be in the car and down to see Roxy's new arrival but I think we will have to pencil that one in for coming weeks when I hope that the energy levels rebound a little.
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