I'm feeling relatively fit and healthy at the moment and managed a 5km run this morning. I say run, it was more of a jog/shuffle. Running is like drinking in reverse. You feel terrible at first but great after.
It was my Partner's Birthday on the 31st of March. We had glorious, sunny weather and went for a 6 mile walk through Bakewell and Ashford in the Water. Bakewell was busy but the walk along the river was quiet and peaceful. We rounded it off with a Peak District Platter at the Wheatsheaf before heading home for pizza and a movie with her Daughter. I'm clearly still taking the Doctor's advice to gain weight!
The next day wasn't quite as wholesome. I had my bone marrow biopsy and it hurt. I received little to no information about when I'd be back in for Round 3 so I spent the rest of the day moping about until my little girl visited and cheered me up. The initial treatment in hospital, when I was at a lot of risk, was absolutely first class. Since I've been home it's not been so good. Most of the time when I attend my appointments they ask me what I'm there for. Surely they should be telling me that information!
I felt loads better on the 2nd and the soreness from the biopsy was wearing off. I had a busy day sorting the garden out and helping my Mum with her new flat. My Partner came round in the early evening and we took the dogs out into the Peaks to catch a sunset.
On the 3rd I managed a 2.5 mile run around the park. We had our first BBQ of the year in the evening and it was great to see the kids playing together again. On the way there I saw an old fella in a sporty Merc' with the roof down. He was wearing sunglasses and a Panama hat. He looked cool as fuck and was clearly living his best life. It occurred to me that we should not bemoan getting older. It's a privilege that is not afforded to many.
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