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  • Blog Post: The last thing on my mind

    No , Churchill Hospital, please pay attention. This is your arse. This is your elbow. Do you think you can remember that for five minutes together? What have they done this time, do I hear you ask? What they did this time was send me a pre-chemo consultant appointment for 2.50 pm next Tuesday (one...
  • 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...
  • 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: 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: The envy of Sisyphus

    I'm sure things aren't meant to be quite this hard. I had to call the out of hours doctor again last night - I was sick and fever-y, and had very bad tummy pains. This time, by way of variety, they sent us along to an out of hours clinic in Oxford, which was, I suppose, preferable to waiting...
  • 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: 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: Time passes slowly

    I used to love Saturdays. I'd leave the alarm set, get up at the usual time, feed the cats, clean the litter trays, make a cup of coffee, and then take it back to bed and snuggle up with Phoebe and Sounds of the 60s . But Phoebe's been gone for four years now, and the NuCats aren't much for...
  • 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: ... 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...