Post 260: It’s -4 out so I’ll stay in bed.
My Darling has been at work three hours already and the day is yet to dawn, but with the temperature down to stupidly cold I’ll stay in bed just now.
I slept through the night, which is a rare thing recently. More sleep would be nice.
I do worry about the two important forms I’ve got to fill in soon, and my shoulder which is clicking when I try to roll over in my bed. I really want to turn over on my right but I’m in so much pain with it, it’s not worth it. But the clicking is new.
Saturday morning I was industrious on a very small scale. My breakfast could only be eaten after Mr Vicious had his, of course, but that’s ok. I’ll get five minutes of peace after he’s fed and that means my crunchy-nutters can be fully enjoyed. By the way, have those special flakes got sweeter lately, or is it me? I do love them but rarely have them (they must be on a special price), and even with my sweet tooth I am still very surprised by them.
I tidied up the lounge my end — by that I mean the messy end that has records all over the place and a look of use and abuse that needs a tidy — so I thought that might be a good idea.
As I picked up the pile most of them were in their sleeves and in a few minutes I had the game won. I chose to play a 33 too, so I found an old classic that looks as good today as it did when I bought it. Marillion was it, and it played on while the pile was returned to a neat and orderly fashion. Kayleigh played away on that platinum album from 1985. Where’s the time gone. Two years before I met my Darling. Crikey. Crazy.
I stayed up all day today with my Darling at work and me at home with all the chocolates, cake, pudding, and all the other savoury stuff like cheese and meats for the meat eaters — not me. I could just have a sweet-fest but where would that get me? Nowhere but the shops to get bigger pantaloons.
I’ve got special chocolates from Big Sis that I’d not only forgotten about but found only by fluke because of a special someone hiding this bag of treats. The dark chocolate reindeers look and smell wonderful but as yet not tasted. Why? I don’t know — probably because there’s loads of other fruit and stuff I need to eat first. There’ll be time enough to eat them when their real time comes.
Saving stuff is ok, but when Big Sis comes around with more uplifting goodies next week I’ll have to have made an impact on my sneaky special secret drawer where all the good stuff is. Dark mallows from before Xmas and caramel wafers — oh yes — a complete treasure trove of chocolate for a very special guy… me. Who else would it be.
I seem to remember the mallows having a Big Crunch! of chocolate around them but there’s nothing like that now, mores the pity.
So is there anything else I should do today?
No, not really. “Don’t over do it” I keep getting told.
Stay warm and eat healthily, and the photographic proof should be uploaded to appease my Darling who is still at work ready to judge what I have for breakfast and lunch and a mid morning snack too maybe. Perhaps I should scare her with a lunch entirely made up of reindeer and wafers and mallows and raspberry bombs and more chocky-delights. That would make her laugh — for a milli-second — until she got stressed and angry and wanted to see a better calorific blend.
Some chance!
Ha ha!
Me? I’m the trustworthy husband…
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As for the meds and the bits falling off me just now, I’m still off the oramorph. Three days now. My snoozes are still as they ever was (once in a lifetime — Talking Heads), so the cancer must be in control of my zzzz’s, but the morphine in control of my hallucinations and wild dreams.
My legs are ok. It takes me a few penguin steps to get into my stride — well, a more human-penguin-like walk. My right shoulder is still naff but I’m starting to use my weaker left hand for more things. I want to become more ambidextrous but not fussing about it.
My dancing fingers are not misbehaving as much but still are a pain in the… arm.
Digestion is ok but slow still. Will I ever get my regular bowels back? Not with that special chocolate drawer, I hear you shout!!
Yes, I know. But I’m a good boy (usually). I am really.
Promise.
Right you are (as Big Sis is prone to say).
Good night — more like good day today.
Till next time…
