I was too stuffed go for a swim today. I woke up and looked at the ocean – it was perfect, still beaten flat by light offshore breezes. With no enthusiasm, I climbed onto the stationary bike on the veranda and got busy before breakfast. For the first time I really didn’t feel like it. I got up onto the sixth cog on the back wheel for the first time and did most of the session flicking back and forth between five and six with the chain on the big ring at the front. It was pretty lacklustre only 60 – 70 RPM with a maximum speed of 30 km an hour and an average of 25 km hr with a distance of 12.4 km. Anyway I did it.

By 11 AM I was in the Dee Why offices of PRP Imaging for the follow-up Doppler scan on my calf. I was very keen to know if all the Xarelto (Rivaroxaban) I had taken over the last fortnight had done any good. The radiographer who did the job was incredibly nice and assured me that it wasn’t God’s fault that this had happened to me. This is the second time I have been assured of this. Anyway, the good news is that two out of the three clots have gone and the third has shrunk. The 3cm blockage in the peroneal vein and the 3 cm blockage in the soleal vein, are gone. The 4 cm clot in the medial gastrocnemius vein, near my knee, is still there but it’s not blocking the vein and it’s shrunk to 3 cm. I walked out into a sunny day, through a busy Dee Why shopping centre and was thankful for the sunlight and warm ocean breeze and the chance to text my daughters and tell them there was no problems with my leg. Heard about a major train accident in Philadelphia and was keen to know that my U.S.-based daughter was not in it. I feel very tired today. I don’t know what God’s plan is for each of us. He has certainly made mine complicated.