Medical Update

As this blog is supposed to be about how my multiple myeloma is treating me, I really should focus on that today. Don't worry if you can't read the lab report - anything in pale grey is fine, anything in bold black isn't. Those that are out of whack aren't much out and it's good to see my white blood cells and Neutrophils going up.
As ordered by the docs in Asheville, I am keeping up a rigorous exercise regime,  mostly consisting of walking miles and swimming less miles.  My pants are in danger of falling off - must wear a belt and stop walking around with a pocket full of nails.  Over the last couple of days I have switched my exercise to enlarging the deck at Nonie and Dave's house, starting with taking up the old deck.  There were five of us working on it today (six if you count Murphy who learnt how to drill guide holes for nails.)  Progress was pretty rapid though a nail gun would probably have made it quicker if we'd had one. The missing chunk of deck outside the ranchslider is the size of the original deck so you can see how big the extension is.
So physically, I am knackered though well fed and watered through the day by Nonie (no, those green bottles in the picture didn't have water in).  I hurt in a number of places, most of which I can probably put down to old age but, just to get it documented :
  • Right hip joint hurts a bit all the time
  • Right big toe (which I broke when I was 17) also hurts mildly
  • Left knee hurts when I wake up but stops if I roll over or get up
  • I tend to get pins and needles in my left thumb
  • My left thumb hurts quite badly but I suspect that has something to do with my belting it with a hammer this afternoon.
Tomorrow is a day off.  Mack & Murphy have borne the burden of being banished from the building site for long enough.  Then we hope to finish the job on Monday.  I plan to spend tomorrow in or near the sea - high tide is at 4 pm so it'll be Red Beach in the morning and Jacobs Ladder in the afternoon. And then I really must finish my song for Synesthesia - I have a great tune if I say so myself, a slightly jazzy riff and some words that are more subtle than usual.  Alas, the one doesn't fit the other but I've never let that stop me before.
It's 9 o'clock and my eyes do not wish to stay open - I must obey.

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