Ah, my aching feet!
Today is not a good day. My feet are absolutely killing me, and the frustrating thing is that I don't know whether it's leftover goodies from the chemo or just pain from doing some exercise after all these months of sitting on my buns, or perhaps, due to my excess weight.
OK, backtracking. This morning I went swimming for the first time since I contracted whooping cough in a public pool almost a year ago. It was lovely. I didn't realise I missed the water this much. I thought I was good and didn't over do it. I swam, walked and cavorted in the water for a half hour.
However, after that I went on an amazing, 2 hour long, public transportation adventure searching for live plants for my aquarium. First I went to Chinatown, but the pet shop there only catered for dogs. Then, on the way home on the 470 bus, I learned from fellow passangers that there's a great pet shop in Leicchardt – the other end of the line – that has a good range of aquarium products.
Great! I stayed on the bus and got off at the Leicchardt Market, which is about a 5 minute car ride from my house, but a 15 minute bus ride, because of the large detour through another suburb. No matter, I was there and I set out to find the pet shop and get some small things from the supermarket. The long bus ride gave me a chance to finish the book I was reading.
Eureka! The pet shop was lovely, they had the plants my fish love and I came away with three more fish that, I was assured by the staff, may survive those carnivorous Angel fish. (I had five guppies, but there are only two left, with no sign of cadavers ever.....and it appears they are bait for the Angel fish)
Armed with my loot and puffed up with success, I waited at the bus stop. However, the 470 was not marked on the stop (bus stops usually have timetables for the buses that stop there). What to do? I know I got to the place on the 470, so why is it not marked? I asked the driver of the next bus. It seems the 470 goes there in the morning, but only until 3pm. It was now 3:45pm. With the temperature about 28C and my sweat glands working overtime, I got home and hour and much walking later.
I soaked my feet, which were on fire by now, and kept them up for over an hour through the news and current affairs programs on TV. But the pain was relentless and when I stood up, I could hardly walk, just like the second day after the chemo. I took the strong pain killer and it's better now, but I am just so frustrated, because I felt so great this morning and I never seem to be able to get ahead. Boohoo......... I am really feeling sorry for myself. I shall drown my sorrows in doing my new cross stitch project, which is coming along nicely, thank you. And I can do it while I keep my feet horizontal!
In the meantime, my nails have three blue rings from the chemo, and I just noticed that there's some internal bleeding on one of my toes, but I can't see any break in the skin. I heard about that happening to someone else on chemo, just the other day. Maybe it has something to do with the pain? Who knows? So frustrating! I feel like I am in limbo. Counsellor, where are you? Ah, Ok, Thursday is not that far off. I can hold out until then............. It's not that bad really. I've got Dr Booboo and Freddie the Lion to cheer me up. Come on fellows, let's do the twist......... hohoho.......
OK, backtracking. This morning I went swimming for the first time since I contracted whooping cough in a public pool almost a year ago. It was lovely. I didn't realise I missed the water this much. I thought I was good and didn't over do it. I swam, walked and cavorted in the water for a half hour.
However, after that I went on an amazing, 2 hour long, public transportation adventure searching for live plants for my aquarium. First I went to Chinatown, but the pet shop there only catered for dogs. Then, on the way home on the 470 bus, I learned from fellow passangers that there's a great pet shop in Leicchardt – the other end of the line – that has a good range of aquarium products.
Great! I stayed on the bus and got off at the Leicchardt Market, which is about a 5 minute car ride from my house, but a 15 minute bus ride, because of the large detour through another suburb. No matter, I was there and I set out to find the pet shop and get some small things from the supermarket. The long bus ride gave me a chance to finish the book I was reading.
Eureka! The pet shop was lovely, they had the plants my fish love and I came away with three more fish that, I was assured by the staff, may survive those carnivorous Angel fish. (I had five guppies, but there are only two left, with no sign of cadavers ever.....and it appears they are bait for the Angel fish)
Armed with my loot and puffed up with success, I waited at the bus stop. However, the 470 was not marked on the stop (bus stops usually have timetables for the buses that stop there). What to do? I know I got to the place on the 470, so why is it not marked? I asked the driver of the next bus. It seems the 470 goes there in the morning, but only until 3pm. It was now 3:45pm. With the temperature about 28C and my sweat glands working overtime, I got home and hour and much walking later.
I soaked my feet, which were on fire by now, and kept them up for over an hour through the news and current affairs programs on TV. But the pain was relentless and when I stood up, I could hardly walk, just like the second day after the chemo. I took the strong pain killer and it's better now, but I am just so frustrated, because I felt so great this morning and I never seem to be able to get ahead. Boohoo......... I am really feeling sorry for myself. I shall drown my sorrows in doing my new cross stitch project, which is coming along nicely, thank you. And I can do it while I keep my feet horizontal!
In the meantime, my nails have three blue rings from the chemo, and I just noticed that there's some internal bleeding on one of my toes, but I can't see any break in the skin. I heard about that happening to someone else on chemo, just the other day. Maybe it has something to do with the pain? Who knows? So frustrating! I feel like I am in limbo. Counsellor, where are you? Ah, Ok, Thursday is not that far off. I can hold out until then............. It's not that bad really. I've got Dr Booboo and Freddie the Lion to cheer me up. Come on fellows, let's do the twist......... hohoho.......
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