A hiccup day

I guess that it had to happen some time. For some reason on Sunday (29 Sept 24) I seemed to hit a brick wall. We decided to keep long held plans and visit dear friends at their home for dinner on Saturday evening (28 Sept 24). After about three hours I needed to get home. I slept soundly that night. Next morning, uncharacteristically, I just kept sleeping and sleeping and sleeping all day. I’d get up and spend some time doing some very simple and mundane things, but would soon need to rest again. And rest led almost immediately to sleep. Late afternoon I suggested that we give me a walk by going to Coles to buy a BBQ chicken for dinner. I felt fine as we left The Grove. By the time I had walked 50 metres I suddenly felt wobbly and needed to sit. I sat on one of the very helpful green boxes that Telstra or NBN Co have littered our pavements with, then left the conscious world in a faint for about 20 seconds (according to David). Coming too, we decided that me walking to Coles was probably not a good idea at that point, so we toddled home. No long lasting effects experienced from the event. But it showed us both that the onset of symptoms from the chemo therapy is unpredictable. I got home, and you might guess, a little “lie down” led to more sleep. When I woke up, hours later, David had been to get the chicken and was waiting for me to emerge to eat dinner. I enjoyed the chicken and veg dinner.