I'm in a bad mood on Tuesday morning. We have to get up early to go to the hospital. I am not a morning person. I am also annoyed that we are having to go for my check up at all. I suspect it should have taken place last week but my Oncologist was on holiday then. My husband is driving me. I don't think I would have gone otherwise. I could not face another trip on the hospital transport, especially with the increasing amount of gunk I am having to spit out. Also I can no longer speak, so he is going to have to communicate for me. I have already warned him we are probably only going to see her for 10 mins, just to be told all is going well.
And I'm right. She is delighted with how my neck is healing, says the gunk will hopefully subside in a couple of weeks, and all I have to do is relax, stay postive and get plenty of sleep. So four hours later we are finally home. I am so tired that I don't know what to do with myself. So off to bed for a nap.
When I wake up in the afternoon my husband is in the middle of preparing my new bedroom. I am snuggled down in there by 8pm and I have a lovely sleep, don't wake up till 11pm. My husband is missing me, he says he can put up with my snoring, so I get into our bed. Of course this is the solution that I couldn't see the day before. I will have two beds and move between them as required.
