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  • Blog Post: When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide

    It was a funny week, last week. Not that they're not all a bit strange these days, what with the way everything has to revolve around cancer, in pure defiance of Galileo, but mostly what I do is spend my life sitting around, usually feeling guilty about sitting around and being sure that there ought...
  • 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: Kicking against the pricks

    What I done on my Wednesday: got up far too early; drove, or rather was driven by Judy, to the Churchill - different route, similarly horrendous traffic, if I ever get really ill I think we shall have to take lodgings in Headington, maybe the man with the shark on his roof will take us in; waited around...
  • Blog Post: What a difference a day makes

    Seriously. Yesterday I couldn't get arrested - not that I was trying to get arrested, but the Churchill had gone all sullen and uncommunicative, painted its bedroom ceiling black, and was playing My Chemical Romance on an infinite repeating loop; today I've been beating them off with a stick...
  • 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: The waiting game

    A dear friend of ours has just sent us a slim volume of self-published poetry entitled My Life in Verse . I am inclined to put out one of my own, viz and to wit: There once was a lady quite crabby/Who bitched when her life became scabby/She wore lots of hats/And had lots of cats/The cutest of whom was...
  • Blog Post: Today was gonna be the day

    It's Monday, it's the 13th, the Olympics are over, and it's raining. Today never stood a chance, really. Still, it might have been improved if the district nurse had managed to come and do my bloods and dressing change ("Which part of 'weekly' do you not understand?"...
  • Blog Post: ... and don't let the door hit you on the bum on the way out!

    We still have our Christmas decorations up, because it isn't Twelfth Night until tomorrow. Not that we are superstitious - I mean, we don't believe this stuff, or anything - but there's no point in asking for trouble. Next year maybe we'll rethink this; Christmas decorations after the...
  • Blog Post: Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains

    I've been hearing how NHS cancer patients can't get the opiates they need, which is all very Bad and Wrong indeed. But I have to admit to having apparently won the postcode lottery here; my doctors love giving me drugs. I have Zoomorph, which sounds to me like a collection of animals all changing...
  • Blog Post: Pants

    If I should die unexpectedly - which isn't entirely out of the question, which, I suppose, means it wouldn't really be unexpected, but wotthehell - then please do not judge me too harshly on the evidence of my underwear drawer. I do sometimes fold my pants neatly, but other times I just think...