Today:
Up at 7.30am. Coffee, feed cats, coffee, play on laptop, watch TV, coffee, shower, dress, coffee, drive to Shrewsbury, lunch at Pizza Hut buffet, on to hospital where I drive around the car parks for 40, yes I said FORTY, minutes before being able to park, in and out of vampires' den in 15 minutes, head home via Craven Arms, pick up a bit of shopping, arrive home and collapse.
I've since managed to prepare and eat a bit of dinner.
I'm shattered.
I'm so very, very tired of being very, very tired. I have a lot of life I still want to live.
Chemo tomorrow afternoon. I will arrive at least 2 hours early so I can park. Fingers, toes and everything else crossed that a) my bloods come back OK and b) they don't decide the remnants of my cold are a reason to postpone my treatment. Please, give me the chemo. If I have bad side effects I promise I'll pack a bag and ring the oncology helpline. Hospital can admit me then.