…..steel toecaps required! AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHH. Hmm, that feels a bit better. Someone has upended the special storage boxes in my head. The ones that I file things away in until I’m ready to deal with them. I’ve gone back over the past few weeks and can’t recall doing any spectacular gymnastics or other twizzly stuff that might have inadvertently scattered their contents everywhere, so…
…..ponderings, Bad Fairy style. Why does it seem that only my white hairs are falling out with this chemo and not the dark ones? My yellow Labrador seems to “melt” more than the black two do, maybe there‘s an explanation in there somewhere! Or maybe there are just more white ones to fall out in the first place. Why are young children so accepting and resilient when life throws them some tough…
….and an update. In reverse order. Ten weeks of the little “Red Devils” followed by a scan and then we’d see where we were going next. Ten weeks have gone and the scan has been done. Despite my reservations that nothing feels any different and my liver function hasn’t improved tremendously, Dr Socks has cast his “untrained eye” over the scan and thinks it’s worthwhile doing, possibly, another six weeks with…
…….whoops! It broke. Who needs mirrors anyway? Any good friend worth their salt would tell you if you had a bit of greenery stuck in your teeth or if you’d dribbled your spaghetti down your chin. Picture this. Take one friendly but hungry hamster. Take one bag of hamster snacks. Put hamster and hamster snacks in a small enclosed space and let the hamster stuff his little podgy face. When he…
….again! If you read about the evil endoscopy you will remember that teeth have been my Achilles’ heel since I was about seven. Everything is out to get my teeth, it’s a conspiracy I tell you!! Carefully cleaning my pegs the other morning and a quick glance in the mirror revealed a line of manky looking tombstones. Yuk! My gums have done a runner, my teeth are covered in nasty splurges of yellowness thanks…
