Diary of a crabby lady

  • The small picture

    FormerMember
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    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: your immediate reaction is oh, is there, then? We'll see about that, Crabby, my lad! And, in fact, the big things…

  • On the third day ...

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    FormerMember

    Woe, alas and lackaday - or perhaps something less dramatic - our Saturday morning chemo sessions are no more, yesterday's was the last. I can't say I'm surprised; it was very quiet last time, and this time, from what I could tell (I was asleep for most of it), I was the only bed patient, and no more than maybe half a dozen more people came in during my six hours. Well, you can't possibly justify opening and staffing…

  • A useful link

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    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 talking about. Not that there is anything new there.

    When I talk about the spoon theory, I'm talking about this:…

  • Lucky, lucky, lucky

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    Another blog post, I hear you ask. Why, Ambassador, you spoil us. But the good news, at least, the good news for me is, I don't actually have to do much writing on this one; most of it comes from a conversation I had with Little My. You see, I commented on someone's post that I felt like a fraud sometimes, when I read other people's stories, because - so far - my cancer experience hasn't been nearly as horrible as might…

  • Kitty come hooooome!

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    Blessed Samhain, everyone! There will be a lovely bonfire tonight. Hurrah!

    At least, I hope it's hurrah. At the moment we are very worried, as our bad BoyCat stayed out all last night and hasn't reappeared this morning. I hope he's just got shut in somewhere and that whoever owns wherever he is will turn up and let him out very soon, but until then we can't do much but fret. 

    He may be doing it on purpose…