Morning! Apologies for recent radio silence but it's been a bit hectic here.
The visit with DSD1 went very well. She wanted advice from me about her relationship with her partner. That inevitably led to a degree of soul searching and discussion about her dad and me. That went better than I could have hoped. There was also a lot of laughter and, while
wasn't involved, copious quantities of
were.
DS has a job offer from another company he interviewed with on Monday. He should be able to start next week. It's still more money than he had been expecting so all is good. He will live with his mum and dad initially which does mean an hour and a half commute to work but he's quite happy with that.
My 5th cycle of chemo / 4th cycle of Herceptin were yesterday. It's easiest if I just C&P my FB status updates from yesterday.
At 11.00 yesterday morning:
Oops! The CDC ward clerk has just rung. Someone switched my appointment time back to 10.30 and didn't tell her! Time to get my skates on and get to the hospital ASAP.
At 8.00 yesterday evening:
Finally home after a long day. If it could go wrong, it did.
As I was leaving for the hospital I discovered that my neighbour hadn't put out my bin nor my recycling boxes. I had already heard the bin lorries go through so it will be another fortnight.
I had a bit of trouble securing my seatbelt fastened. When I arrived at the hospital I discovered it was now jammed. Cue becoming a bit of a contortionist to extricate myself.
I arrived in the CDC at 12.30. Piriton and Herceptin were up and running by 1.00 and finished just before 2.00. Anyone care to guess when the pharmacy finally sent my Docetaxel to the CDC? How does 4.00 sound? They had 'missed' the script somehow so it became a late order. Apparently those are usually still delivered by 1.00 but not today. I finally escaped in search of my by now KFC dinner.
Contortion into seatbelt at hospital and out of seatbelt at KFC.
KFC weren't having the best day either. Some chump had superglued a cup to the table next to mine. Poor manager took nearly 15 minutes scraping it off.
Back into seatbelt and home. Out of seatbelt and into the house.
First job was to feed the cats. That's when I discovered that I had forgotten to put the pork roast back into the fridge late last night when I had a sandwich as a midnight snack. It was wrapped in both cling film and foil. It was on the floor with foil discarded and cling film breached. Corner of joint missing with only cat teeth marks left behind.
My car has also developed an intermittent squeak which I HOPE is just the new discs and brake pads bedding in. Anyway, combined with the jammed seatbelt I will be on the phone to my garage early in the morning.
May I have a drink now?
I rang the garage this morning and the car is booked in for tomorrow morning.
So far other than a bit of steroid driven hyperness I'm feeling well. I start my injections this afternoon.
And that's what Zombie has been up to! 