3 Too Many

Nuke day = time minus 5 sleeps.

Well where to start – I know easy – Sh!te! – Run with this for today as a theme in a way not that is all that bad.  It all started with a semi cr@ppy sleep – though feel rested and didn’t really wake properly until about 5:45-6:15am ish, then sort of dozed. Decided to go into the gym for a bit.  Made the pit stop to empty the overnight liquid intake and noticed the loo tide rise when it flushed.  This can only mean one thing for our house (as we have about a 400 litre separate septic holding tank in the backyard due to a wayward dispute when the house was built & the neighbor over the fence not wanting the sewer line connected to his main).  The result of all this means that our sewer is pumped bout 120 metres up the driveway, uphill – yep we push it uphill to Hoon Hay Road. rather than it going 15 metres to the street behind us – downhill.  A rising tide therefore means that the pump has tripped due to an obstruction – instant outburst of language not befitting a family neighbourhoods – it’s OK  I’ll blame I on the tumors bro. Really – it is 6:20am, freezing cold & the bloody pump has given up. Arm myself with a screwdriver , to reset the trip – fingers crossed it will just reset this time.  Lift the lid – yep full to the gunwales! Grumble, moan. Work on the tripping setup, bingo – manage to get it re-running again, but know in the back of my mind it is only probably temporary.  Get the hose to break down the top layer that forms – don’t worry – not going into the details – it isn’t nice.  Time for a shower as to late for gym and Jono is picking me up early today as he is heading to Timaru.

Get to work and right leg /foot is in a hell of a pain so limping around –  seems that the walk from town yesterday did more harm than good – must remember that. The day at work pans out fairly well in all. Was it me or did it today just seem to slowly tick by in silence for other too? Nothing happened quick today at all.  Get a reminder from Sue that I have my follow-up Physio appointment at 2pm.  In away it is good timing as not really coping with pain & tiredness today. Looking forward to Physio as can show off all the work I have done with Wilson and how is now my letf hand/arm, again.  Arrive at 1:50pm – finally  get seen at 2:30 – ah love hospital time – not!  He wants to do a full assessment – sorry dude, you need to be early to do that, I have places to be like over the hallway at the Speech Therapist – that still hasn’t after 3 weeks been in touch about the difficulty I have eating.  Anyway Physio – go over all the real stuff I struggled with and he is more than suitably impressed!  Yay for me – I fought Wilson and won – he is mine!  We then discuss the leg pain and that when I’m tired I drag my left leg /foot, and as such I have over done it with my right leg, hence the pain above I was describing.  Because of this I have now been issued with a walking stick to assist when I am tired,etc. So watch out I’m now armed and are like House M.D – maybe.  So another – cr@p moment for my health in a way as it is a sign to people that I am changing – slowly.  Still if I need it then I will use it.

Home then – and get in the mail the biggest cr@p moment – though this shouldn’t have hit me like it did – but for some reason it does.  The letter is 3 pages long from the Registrar of Oncology, that summarises my health through life, that of my sisters and other bits they know, what’s happened to me with the tumors, the plan of treatment and then the final bit that it is a terminal disease, there is no cure for it and they are working to extend life and balance with quality.  Why would this seem to be so hard-hitting given we’ve known this since 30 March?  It is the first time I have seen my name serial number, etc, on a piece of paper with it spelt out like that – in simple black & white words.  It makes it very real, as this is what the Life Insurance company will be wanting to see.   Still can’t dwell on it, as I do actually know this and they are just written words.

Lachie has footy practice so decide I have enough energy to go with him to help and it is all more time with the boys at the end of the day.  Rug up warm as it is bloody freezing.  Have a fun time helping Lachies team that Craig coaches.

Home then to find that the bottom door lock has twisted so won’t unlock – ahhh really another cr@p moment!!!  This time a bit of quick thinking, an old magazine from the recycling bin and some fiddling then the keys get s it all sorted and we’re the house again.  Don’t ask how I know how to do these things – as there is just somethings that will not get answered!

Last cr@p moment of the day is about to happen as the pump that started the day blocks properly – ahhh!!! This is the messy bit I have to don the rubber gloves, lift the pump dismantle the cover and remove the obstruction from the pump.  Wonder how many awesome germs I am exposing myself too.  Oh well no time to smell the roses and think to deep – Lachie needs a shower, it is freezing and I hate the smell of this sh!te!!  Just wish people would follow the simple request not to flush certain personal items – or just get a bigger badass pump to send it uphill without jamming!. 

Basically folks that summarises what could be a cr@ppy sort of day in a complete meaning.  I am not going to do gain what happened last night where I signed off then waiting for it to load dozed off for about 45 or so mins – so that’s why the delay with lats nights blog loading.  And I have just nodded off 3 times doing his – I am soon tired – physically and mentally at the moment.

M&D time early today folks – as trying to shake the pains, and you never know what sort of cr@ppy day can really home in on you.

Kia kaha