Like wow, I'm tired

Sitting here drinking apple juice, listening to Ray Davies and the Kinks “20th Century Man” and I’m finally feeling some energy flow through my veins. What a whirlwind of activity it has been for a full fifteen days, to say nothing of the information overload, radiation therapy, a partial work week done at the office and one dose of chemo under the belt. My body quietly mentioned to me after radiation this afternoon that “Hey, you can do whatever you want but you’re doing it without any of our assistance.”
So, I came home and was lying about like some lazy slob by 3:00 pm. Zoning actually, like it was 1967, random thoughts, logic gone to the wayside thoughts flat lining by the minute. It was like gently approaching a meditative state, effortless and calming.
My week at work was a wonder, as short as it was, and I’m not the “dead man walking” figure I was afraid I was to be. Although today, Friday, was somewhat different in that I slept about 10 or 11 hours, woke up feeling awake, but with the energy of an under agitated slime mold. I woke up at 7:00 am and was unable to get out the door until 9:30 am, which was not from lack of trying. I would just sit on the edge of the bed enumerating daily routines that I’ve done for decades, get up eventually and do one, return to bed and rerun the daily routine list lest I missed something like shaving or showering or something.
The immediate goal for me at the moment, since all therapies are performing there designated duties is to pay more attention to what my body is saying to me. When it says “Hey, I’m outta’ steam here buddy,” well it’s not just kidding.
I’ve now moved off of the Kinks and I am blessing my soul with some Handel, to be followed by dinner with beloved family members.
Later, but for now let’s move on towards the future.