New speed

It took me 10 minutes, or less to clean a very dirty, crusted grill. Actually, it's a George Foreman Lean Mean Fat Reducing Grilling Machine!  It's the best thing I have in the kitchen, besides the oven/microwave combination I got almost three years ago, when the old microwave gave up the ghost just before I moved here from West Ryde. 

The reason this is such a momentous event is that I have been procrastinating with this particular cleaning for the past two days, when I grilled the best Lebanese sausages I got from the Halal butcher in Merrylands. I do move about greater Sydney a lot, so I try to find butchers who have good selections besides every conceivable variety of pork that's in my local shops. No matter how tempting, I just don't eat pork. It's been 30 years now (But, that's another story, as the saying goes).

In any case, the important thing to note here is that my perception of time has changed during the cancer treatment and I think I am finally getting back to something approximating the fast pace at which I used to be able to do things. At least, faster than things have been done in the past couple of years. 

I can't really explain it, but sometimes it seemed that time was an elastic band, stretched forever to get one task done. And I wondered how I could ever have packed as much into one day as my hazy memory imagined I used to do. 

Today I realised that I was going gangbusters, like speedy Gonzales, and it was amazing how much I could pack into one day without really getting tired. 

My take on this is that my perception of time has pretty well bounced back to normal and also, my energy level has returned as well. 

I find I get quite annoyed when, trying to figure out how much further I can recover, well-meaning people reassure me that they have the same problem and it's all to do with age! Balderdash!  I am recovering from the devastating effects of chemotherapy! Surely one recovers first, before succumbing to old age oblivion!  (OK don't answer that, I don't really want to know!)