I'm home. Remarkably I managed to do everything on my "running around like a headless chicken" list.
I changed my morphine patch after my shower. 1 x 12 off and 2 x 12 on.
Ultrasound. I had a very nice doctor perform the ultrasound. He obviously saw lots of cancer but nothing that requires any sort of intervention at this point. Bile ducts are open. Kidneys look OK. As I had been unable to have anything by mouth (save for the 5 ml of Oramorph I took at 07.00 am and just enough sips of water to keep my mouth from turning into the Sahara Desert), I headed straight for the League of Friends shop afterwards where I scoffed a jam doughnut and cup of coffee. I had also taken all my other meds with me so I took them then.
Sainsburys. Not the most fun I've ever had but I managed to shuffle my way around and obtain sufficient food to get us all through tomorrow and Saturday lunch time. As expected, the checkout queues were enormous but the lady behind me overheard me tell one of the supervisors that I would need help with packing. She immediately offered to help. Between us it all went very, very smoothly. I had over £50 worth of Nectar points so I went ahead and used all of it against the bill. I reckoned they weren't going to be of much use in the afterlife.
Car was filled and is much happier with a full tummy.
Sorting office. LARGE parcel collected. I've not opened it yet. I may do it tomorrow or I may take it along to the in-laws to open on Christmas Day. Decisions, decisions.
By this time it was 1.30 pm and the GP surgery was closed for lunch. I went to a cafe and had a cup of coffee to kill some time. I walked across to the surgery just after 2.00 pm and collected the (rather large) bottle of Oramorph and the 25 mcg morphine patches.
Shortly after I arrived home, one of my solicitors rang and we chatted for just over half an hour.
I hereby declare that I have done enough for today; I have had a further 10 ml of Orapmorh, prepared a hot water bottle and I am now putting my feet up and relaxing. I've bloody earned it.