Post 205: Which way will we go.
I’d like to be beside the sea.
When I was young we all had fun,
But that is gone and now have none —
To be again, without the pain.
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I can feel the escalating issues becoming my main worry right now, and I’ve lost sight of the daily diary. Tomorrow I have a blood test, I’ve been reminded about.
A blood test has always been something to look forward to — but somehow, I completely forgot about it, and now the powwow is only three sleeps away.
What is wrong with me?
Apart from the PSA, the rest of the crazy numbers from the blood test aren’t too troubling. Still, I’ll be scanning for the red-flagged ones. I’ve never been one for decoding blood results — that’s a puzzle for my team to solve, not me.
This afternoon, around half two, I gave in and went to bed. My lower back and my left jaw were aching — new pains to add to the list. It’s unbelievable how many fresh aches have appeared in the last few days.
Earlier, I’d taken the vacuum to Mr Vicious’s lair — the Mini Cooper in the garage. The rooftop fur-fest was too much to bear, but what started as a quick clean-up turned into a full-on assault of the garage and conservatory floors. The coir and cloth mats were looking well past their best. By the time I finished, I was pleased with myself — but, of course, the exertion took its toll. Thankfully, my Darling was still upstairs, so I got away with it.
By lunchtime, I was trying my hardest to prise the lid off a new jar of ploughman’s chutney when I heard movement from above — my Darling, rising from a well-earned lie-in. I had soup and a sandwich on my lap as she came downstairs, clearly in need of a cuppa before anything else.
The jaw and throat pain were new, and I began to wonder if it might be the start of a cough — time will tell. The back pain, though, feels eerily familiar, pulsing just like the rib did a couple of months ago. Hopefully it’s just a passing thing, not another sign of progression that means more pills.
I’m really glad our time in Cumberland wasn’t spoiled by mobility or pain issues — though the brief A&E visit was inevitable after so many car trips, when the rib was at its most vulnerable. Thankfully, it was mercifully quick and didn’t require any new medication.
Our last evening ended with that lovely sunset (see photo) — the perfect farewell to a peaceful few last days. The next trip north is already on my mind, though it feels a way off yet. The train was fine, but there are restrictions on what can be safely hauled through the subway, so maybe sending clothes ahead would make life easier. Perhaps even upgrading next time. There’s a lot to think about if we leave the car behind — which is so much simpler for luggage, but the distance is long, and I’m not the driver I once was.
Just another change cancer brings.
I’m looking forward to this weeks powwow — I want answers, though I doubt there’ll be many. Still, I live in hope.
Until tomorrow — stay safe.
