There are one or two exceptions to this rule, of course, but so far, I have been delighted to see everyone who has turned up and the latest arrivals are no exception.<\/p>\n
Meanwhile, back at the ran … errr … apartment, last night I was once again confounded by another lack of effort to complete everything that needed completing at some kind of reasonable hour, and I crawled into bed much later than intended. At least, I had had my most delicious pizza to console me and I’ll make more like that.<\/p>\n
Next morning, I had another one of those dramatic awakenings that I sometimes have, where I sit bolt upright in bed for no good reason. <\/p>\n
Looking at the time, it was 06:28 exactly – just one minute before BILLY COTTON’S RAUCOUS RATTLE<\/a>. I’m not sure that one minute counts as an “early start” so I’ll rule this one out for now.<\/p>\n It may have been 06:28 when I awoke, but that is not necessarily the time that I staggered into the bathroom, of course. Being a dialysis day, it’s also a change of clothes day so I washed the undies while I was at it, had a shave in case I meet Emilie the Cute Consultant, and then went for the medication.<\/p>\n This morning was probably the most leisurely start to the day that I have ever had. Usually, it takes me about an hour to sort myself out given the speed at which I work these days and I’m back in here round about 07:30, but today, it was 07:50 when I was finally back at my desk.<\/p>\n First thing to do was to check the dictaphone to find out where I’d been during the night. There was something else too about us having the taxis. I could work out at the end of the day that we had about two decent cars and one that was half-decent. It was proving to be too much for me in the end and I was beginning to lose my energy. The opportunity came that I found a job in Stoke-on-Trent and Nerina was working in Stockport so I decided in the end that I would sell my house in Crewe and buy a house somewhere at the north end of Stoke-on-Trent near the railway line where Nerina could catch a train to work and I could catch a bus to this new job. I enlisted the aid of a friend of mine, an Australian guy whom I knew, and was talking to him about selling up, Nerina and I could keep a car each etc. He was surprised, but I tried to persuade him of all of the logic of this.<\/p>\n This Australian guy was in real life a resident of Crewe whose family immigrated to Australia but didn’t like it and so they came back. I had a few dealings with him at one time but distanced myself from him after a while. And Nerina did end up with a job in Stockport.<\/p>\n Later on, a group of us had been going somewhere. We climbed out of the bus and started walking across this car park place – it was like an underground car park with a wall, and I suddenly realised that again, I was walking without my crutches. I happened to mention it to someone else in this party. They were surprised too. I didn’t feel the slightest discomfort but I couldn’t decide whether to carry on and hope that it keeps on going, or go back to the bus and fetch my crutches just in case this was only a temporary thing and that I’d need my crutches some time in the near future.<\/p>\n How many times is this that I’ve dreamed of walking without my crutches? If only it were true that I really could. I’ve not entirely lost hope that this chemotherapy will do me some good, but I am not counting upon it.<\/p>\n Isabelle the Nurse interrupted me with her visit and sorted me out. She’s told me that she’s programmed this series of injections and her oppo will be doing it as she’s off on her week’s rest. I’m sure that he’ll be delighted to handle the task.<\/p>\n And then I could crack on with breakfast and read some more of BATTLES OF THE AMERICAN REVOLUTION<\/a>.<\/p>\n
