Diary of a crabby lady

  • The kindness of strangers

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    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 this morning, and now have diazepam. I feel much better, and a bit stupid and embarrassed. There is absolutely no logic to…

  • Better days (I would like some)

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    - Major panic attack Sunday night

    -Three-hour wait for out-of-hours doctor

    - Discovery that there is only one out-of-hours doctor for North Oxfordshire almost triggers another panic attack

    - Routine appointment with oncologist on Monday morning

    - Nausea, headache, hurty tummy

    - Asked if I could lie down

    - Got to lie down for the next two days in bed on hospital ward

    - Totally unprepared, had to send Judy home then…

  • What a difference a day makes

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    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.

    It probably goes without saying that nobody got back to me on the chemo/surgery question on Monday; I wasn't really expecting…

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

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    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 to be something terribly useful and meaningful I could do if I could only just think of it.

    Last week, though ... well…

  • Under pressure

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    Funny old thing, that cancer - yes, indeed, I see you all laughing already. Here I am with a tummy full of foreign bodies doing their best to mount a coup d'état against my internal organs, but a lot of the time I don't really feel all that bad. Then - of course - I feel like a terrible fraud and a hypochondriac and a Burden on the State and lord knows what-all else.

    Then there are days like today when one…