Turns out it wasn't mucositis but oral thrush, a yucky week and a half of feeling like I had lumpy sour milk permanently stored in my mouth. All cleared up now thanks to some Nystatin from the GP. Wouldn't recommend.
I'm getting harder and harder to bleed. Four attempts on Wednesday before they decided to call it a day. Those were extra trial bloods so not required for anything important.
Yesterday was back up to London for a CT. Two attempts to get a cannula in and my left hand is now horribly bruised. Results will be on the 11th. Had intended to come straight home afterwards but I think the sunshine activated the impulse shopping demon in me.
Off to Cerne Abbas tomorrow to take a wander around the chalk giant and celebrate a friend's 50th. I apologise in advance to any locals as I'm sure there will be some very silly and childish behaviour going on!!
Next week is my own personal Great Pottery Throwdown. I have a session at a wheel on Tuesday with a colleague and then Sunday is lampshade making.
In other news, my DH spent a great deal of time last week lying to me about an extra shift he was doing. Instead he spent the day getting a memorial tattoo done in my honour! I mean, it's really touching and is a lovely design of objects, colours and things that are all very me...but I'm not f**king dead yet!!! I might have accidentally on purpose bumped into the tattooed arm a couple of times to remind him that I'm still here.