The doc was massively unimpressed by my toenails though she did say she hadn't seen any like them before. I just wanted to know whether a) I had an infection because obviously as a cancer patient that's not good, and b) whether I just need to suck up the discomfort and live with it.
The answers were a) not sure but I'll give you some antibiotics if it's weeping and b) yes.
She did approve of my flip flops though, which is all I can wear right now. I'm told they are called 'sliders' now, and that my sparkly black Tesco variety (at £4) are particularly trendy. Good though they are, they don't cope well with the mega downpour we've had today. Luckily it's only a 5 minute walk to the surgery.
I went out last night with family and realised I have no conversation. At all. Hospital stays excluded, I last went away from home in August 2016. I couldn't contribute to the chat at all yesterday. They were talking about long weekends, short weekends, holidays, raves, concerts, plans for next year. I can bore to death about hospitals, tests, cancer, chemo, fear, uncertainty and doubt and all the rest of it. But I can't join in normal conversation - no-one was interested in me or my toenails at all - and who can blame them?
Anyway, I've decided to go away for the weekend! Alone. and do nothing except sit and read. I need a change of scenery.