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  • Blog Post: My baby, she has restless nights

    Every day I make my bed neatly, smooth down the duvet, tuck it down the side of the bed and the footboard. And every morning I wake up cocooned in a 30-tog pretzel with my feet sticking out. I don't know what I dream about, but it must be very exciting. It's a pity I don't remember, I...
  • Blog Post: Monday morning couldn't guarantee

    I honestly don't know why I don't just go and live in the Churchill. Well, I do know, it's a bit bleak and my house is much nicer, plus it's a bugger to get a bed. But for all the time I spend there, I might as well move in. I'm already due for chemo on the 15th, and on the 18th I...
  • Blog Post: Hair: less

    This is going to be a quick, well, quickish, update, just for my own records really, and v boring. Sorry! But before I start - I don't have as much trouble with the Mac site as a lot of people, maybe because I wasn't using the old one for that long before it changed, but why in the name of...
  • Blog Post: Blah blah blah KITTENS!!

    One thing nobody tells you when you get sick - or, at least, nobody told me - is that cancer smells. I mean literally in this case, although, obviously, figuratively too. It doesn't matter how often I bathe, I can't get the smell out of my skin. Judy says she doesn't notice, but I'm acutely...
  • Blog Post: A useful link

    Sometimes you will hear me complaining that I have run out of spoons, or that the cutlery drawer is empty. When I do that, I'm talking about the spoon theory, completely forgetting that everybody does not spend their entire life faffing about on the internet so some people won't know what I'm...
  • Blog Post: The small picture

    Sometimes, as the actress has no doubt said to the Bishop many times, it's the little things that matter. When it comes to the big stuff - oh, let us say, for the sake of argument, sitting down one day in a clinic and being told that there is a crab eating away at your insides - then it's easy...
  • Blog Post: In which they are out for my blood

    Actually, it's the other way round: they are going to give me some. But I anticipate myself ... When last seen, we (that's me, as usual) were in a miserable, grumpy sort of mood. There had, in fact, been actual tears - not many, but a few - and this is rare, because we may be a bit daft but...
  • Blog Post: Transports of delight

    "Don't catch the bus!" they said, "the hospital will provide transport!" I had to have a blood transfusion yesterday, you see, and Judy was away in London at a conference so she couldn't give me a lift. Here's what would have happened if I'd caught the bus. I...
  • Blog Post: ... and so to bed

    La, my dears, if Pepys had been as bad a diarist as I am, we would now know fk-all about the 17th century. (Incidentally, it is Quite Interesting how Pepys's diaries came to be decoded and transcribed - but I digress.) Since last we spoke, I have been visited by persons from my place of work,...
  • Blog Post: The kindness of strangers

    People send me cards from time to time. Sometimes they're people I don't even know, other than from the internet. I got one of these today, and the timing couldn't have been better; I had another panic attack last night, and was in a bad state. Luckily I was able to see an emergency doctor...