5 weeks of radiation brain, complete with a grinding 2 plus hours strapped into the back of an ambulance; a tax impossible to calculate.
4 days of socialising, cooking and drinking and hopping on and off public transport; apart from the train fares etc, a huge slice of the adrenalin fun cake.
The aftermath, desperate for that lost energy, getting back to my dietary regime; days and days.
Can someone invent a bottle of bon viveur? Not these fizzy sugary things we see advertised by smiling uber-fit young things jogging on gym contraptions.
It’s my fault for enjoying myself I suppose.