The 10th of April.
I had a terrible night, not getting to sleep until about four am, but then getting up at half nine because I don’t like my body to get too out of routine. If I sleep late then I won’t fall asleep until late at night, and the cycle gets worse. So I’ll have an early night tonight. I only remembered about the existence of the Zopiclone downstairs at about three and by then it was too late.
I didn’t get properly dressed until lunchtime after Mommy washed my hair. This afternoon, I exercised, because if I hadn’t, I would’ve wanted to curl up and sleep and then cry because I’d be incapable of sleeping.
The 11th of April.
Last night I took some Zopiclone and therefore had a fabulous sleep. I got up at eight because a nurse was coming at ten to flush my line (Anne-Marie couldn’t do it this week). After she left, I wrote up a blog post and was just watching the news when Danny arrived for training.
Today we did some new boxing combos which I apparently have a natural aptitude for, so go me. I am good at punching stuff. We also did kettlebell swings for the first time which are fun but I have to be careful to not be too vigorous lest I let go and fling it into the wardrobe.
When we were finished, I stretched, then had some lunch. For the rest of the afternoon, Mommy and I watched tv and I’ve been researching protein-based snacks for post-workout that aren’t weird. I think it will have to be some sort of jerky, because I drank enough milkshakes to build me up in hospital to last me a lifetime.