Post 421: Walkies! (It’s only 18 minutes).
I’m fretting over the writing club on Monday. It’s two sleeps and I’m getting plenty of thoughts about how my plan to walk is falling apart, crash bang wallop.
It’s not the best new career path but what the heck — creative writing. I know I’m not at all ready to go back to school, but I am willing to try and learn it.
It’s only a U3a day group but I’m excited to meet others trying to improve their own abilities.
So, on to another front — I’ll deal with walk to the oldens care home Monday, later.
My feelings about printing are leaning towards buying a new printer and slogging through 6 or 7 thousand printed pages all by myself in my little office bedroom. What’s the harm in that?
It seems to me that it’s probably easier to grab what I want to print and print it. I’ll get to re-read some blog-days as I wait for the printer to do its thing. And in a plan to re-familiarise myself with some of the text I can’t see a better method.
I know that idea is gaining traction because in my head, while I wait for printing companies to swerve this task I am itching to start this book writing project.
To have me organise the blog myself (ie) print and place the printed pages in sleeves and put all the copies in order in binders myself will achieve two things at once. It’ll be the start gun I need to hear to get all my energies going in the right direction.(Sure there are a million things not planned out but I’ve gotta start somewhere).
Below in the “”double”” speech marks are works that come out of my head when I’m woosie after oramorph’, I’ve left it in to show you how difficult it is to concentrate at times. This is a passage I don’t really know what I’m saying but…
As I want to be kind to the feller that was trying to write something in a drug infused haze, and tell him to sleep it off and come back later to the blog…
“”That’s a good way start reviewing the first days of blogging, not only the “trying to put down on paper how I feel and what was happening” but, “having a source that when things look like they’re going south to failure they stand up and say, “STOP! This is enough”.
And get me to stop and start on the right course again.””
Well, whatever this project is it deffo needs direction and that outline my friend in Japan said at the beginning a few weeks ago.
Once I have this project layed out I can follow the route and stick to it.
First task is to find, print and bind the first 188 blog posts (days) and see what they give me.
That 188 posts are the chemo posts and where I learned the most about people, places, and treatments.
It’s going to be harrowing reading some back over, but that’s what I need — some raw passion.
The first time I wrote a blog and gave up the poems was 11th April 2025 — Post 1: Four days till chemo.
The last chemo was cancelled on the Monday 25th September 2025
So between the 11/4 to the 25/9 is the 5 chemos I had and that’s up to number 188 — probably 650 sheets (1300 pages printed back to back)
Oh I need a walk.
I set off with my new iWatch ticking away plotting my route and checking in on my heart and counting the footfalls that’ll take me around the block along the pavements that bring me back home.
0.7 miles (18 mins) out to the care home, and 1 mile back home continuing around the block — and you might even see a magnificent motorcar.
Well that really does make my route only one. Way and back. Fabulous.
No I think I’ll leave you to your day without any more foolish talk over morphine nor confusing numbers that’ll put you to sleep in the morning.
I’ve got to get myself glammed up for the posh nosh tomorrow night. Oh dear, I hope I don’t use the iPhone and concentrate on my Darling and the food. I can’t wait.
Good night
Take care
