After years appart

Things have been very quiet for me on the treatment front lately. Of course I am not the one being treated, but you know what I mean, I am not involved with radio therapy so I have lost my connection with Tracey's treatment. I'm starting to think she hasn't really been ill. That is obviously rubbish, but I have spent many years talking rubbish. I don't miss the trip to the RUH but I do miss taking part in the treatment in whatever small way possible. The only taking part I have managed is one attempt at applying cream to the irradiated area, but I think I am just a bit too heavy handed.

So we have been moving on, I do the kids in the morning, drop off at Corsham, drop off at Lackham, get to work after 9:00, leave late. Tracey does the afternoon, RUH for 13:00, pick up kids from Corsham, pick up from Lackham, get home and crash. It's different but it works at the moment. Trace is on radio 12 (Wonderful radio Slovenia) so is over halfway through this stage of her treatment. 

This then is mainly why I haven't blogged for a while, nothing to report.

Well not nothing, Vaughan has scored his first try for Corsham, against Bradford on Avon. Yes it was a tough local derby. Sadly we were watching from the bottom left hand corner of the pitch and the try was scored in the top right. We only knew it was him when they all started shaking his hand (and they were also 50 points down at the time). Nevertheless it was great for us both to be there to see it and it was hard to wipe the smile off his face for a few days.

Also I have managed to be ill, had a couple of days off work. I had not been feeling well for a while. I had a complete loss of my positivity, become a miserable bugger. How would you know the difference I hear you ask. On Tuesday morning I woke up with a start to the alarm bleeping. Unfortunately I had been lying funny on both my arms and had lost feeling in my fingers so I couldn't feel the buttons on my clock and struggled to turn it off. After bashing it for a while till it went silent I realised I was having trouble clearing my bleary eyes. It was only when I went to the toilet and turned the light on that I was in the middle of an ocular migraine, there was an arc of pretty kaleidoscope colours across my vision. If you have ever suffered from one of these you will know that you just carry on and they go in about half an hour. Unfortunately they leave me feeling washed out. So I waited and then did the kid run once the eyes had settled, by the time I got home I was totally washed out so phoned work and went back to bed till midday. I feel much better now, perhaps I was building up to this.

Finally it has been a good week on the friend side. After around 20 years I finally got in touch with an old good friend of mine, Graham. Graham became a friend of mine through an old girlfriend though we really became friends in the middle of a tackle on the football field. Graham was a big lad, we were in the process of forming a football team for a local pub and he was showing off his skills by fending off a few of the other regulars who were frightened to tackle him. I had been playing rugby for years, although I was not the bravest rugby player, I got a bit fed up with the messing about and hit him really hard with a tackle. He started laughing in mid air and on the way back to ground and a great friendship really began. He was an usher at our wedding. Together we drank away my mid 20's in a frenzy of fun and vomit. But not in a bad way. But then we drifted apart, suddenly. I went to Plymouth he ended up in Weston-super-mare. Recently I found him on Facebook, exchanged a few emails and finally got to talk on Wednesday night. He sounds like he hasn't changed, moved on yes but not changed. I'm sure I will get round to seeing him at some point.

Well that's the end for today.

Chris x