So Saturday night was a bit of a bump, but Sunday and Monday have been a much more even keel – I’ve stayed resolutely on the positivity band-wagon, although I may have slid sideways a couple of times.
Yesterday morning vanished into nothing – a brief wake-up call at 7am to do my morning drugs dose, but the rest disappearing under the covers after another late night.
Shortly after the turn of noon, having stumbled out of bed, K’s Dad swung by with the visiting boyfriend of her Hungarian cousin. Actually, technically, I don’t think they’re cousins, but once you get into the Hungarian side of the family I’m afraid I rather lose track of her clan. I can only just keep track of the English side, but that’s because they’re inconsiderate enough to have 2 Uncle Peter’s, which is just foolish if you ask me. I don’t see why they couldn’t have drawn straws for a name change to help me out just a little.
I digress. T’s English was immaculate (handy, considering the state of my Hungarian) and it was really nice to meet him and chat. K was revelling in getting first-hand details of all the goings on with her Hungarian cousins, one of whom is due to have her first child any day now. K was keen for T to let his other half know that being an Aunty is “the best thing in the world”. I ventured to point out that I daresay being a Mum might be considered to top it, but I always get shouted down.
They didn’t stay long, since K’s Dad was taking T off for a round-the-houses meet-and-greet of the rest of Team H over lunch. I should think he got back to his apartment in London absolutely shattered after getting through the whole gang.
In the evening, we headed over to my ‘rents to catch up with them and have a gorgeous roast. I know everyone always says it, but my Mum does the BEST roast dinners in the whole wide world and last night she even managed to out-do her usual high standards. It was but a whisker short of perfection. (The whisker being Tio’s, their lovely little cat, who brought us a wee mouse as a pre-dinner snack).
After dinner we played chilled out and played games for a while before K and I headed home as everyone but me had to be up for work in the morning. Not that it means I get a lie in as I had to be up for my drugs anyway. Sometimes you just can’t win.
Today has been a generally un-taxing day. I’ve not felt 100%, but it’s most just tiredness, largely caused by a busy weekend and the usual end-of-IV-run lack of decent sleep. Having to be up every 8 hours to do drugs doesn’t sound like a bind, but when you figure it means you only ever get around 6 hours of sleep at a given time, it starts to wear you down a fair bit.
I did manage to catch a movie I’ve been trying to peep for a while now, which actually ended up disappointing me greatly, so I’ll not even go into detail here. Suffice it to say I’ll not be awaiting the next QT flick as eagerly as I did this one.
Tonight, once K got in from work, apart from nebs and physio, plus another 20 minute bike sesh, we’ve basically just been in front of the telly finishing off the third season of Lost, which just totally blew us away – it’s amazing. If you’ve never seen it, you absolutely have to go out and get all three seasons in their box sets now and check them out – they’re completely compulsive viewing.
Now there’s just time for another dose of drugs and a catch-up on some of last night’s telly while they go through and it’ll be off to bed and start again in the morning. I’m determined to be productive tomorrow. Watch this space.