Just about when I think things can't get any worse, and even though my consultants, nurses and doctors tell me it will get worse things do, and did so in quite a dramatic fashion today (Wed). A good start to the day saw me reunited with my mobile (had left it in car) although only one battery left on him. Got thru salisbury and southampton traffic and arrived on time at hospital. Had number 23 RT session and then the fun started. After being praised for my bloods for last 4 weeks, yesterdays had show a dip (probably an infection - which is why I have been feeling so crap). Straight into consultant who referred me for an emergency bowel xray (constipation is one of the side effects of the meds but I had been concentrating more on the neck and head end of my body). After a 1 hour wait for the emergency xray due to xray staff xmas lunch the file was transmitted across the hospital ether and my 2nd consultany showed me the not so good news. I had always seen constipation as a single blockage - no not in this case - 5 to 6 blockages in both small and low intestines. Solution - E N E M A Time. Now I am quite a fan of the pop sensation but not so the medical practice. So much so that rather than making my eyes water again I will not blog about it, let's just say it was done and some minor bowel movement was achieved (this proved difficult to achieve in a room shared with everyone handing out Secret Santa presents with me sat on a commode divided by just a curtain.  I kept the eruption as discrete as I could, either i was so discrete or the nurses were so pleased with their new prezzies that I then proceeded to get dressed as keen not to be kept in hospital overnight, I bade a quick farewell to nurses and got home (forgetting to pick up my antibiotics! Need to get them tomorrow and add them to my daily intake ritual). So with no meds all day and over 6 hours at hospital I felt pretty crap on car journey home (nauseous and throat/swallowing pain). My diamond of a wife however had my bath run, bed linen changed and fresh jim jams and a hot water bottle at the ready. She does struggle with not being able to help with the pain, but her doing these simple things and being there for me helps more than she will ever know and our love gets stronger every day. Just seven RT sessions left now, my neck is sore on outside as well as jawline. A strange phenomena where moustache and beard areas of neck do not grow whiskers any more leave me feeling like a very weak and pathetic version of Wolverine. Time for a rest now and then get some delicious pump fed nutrition inside me overnight. Oh and nearly forgot my highlight of the day is that I hopefully will never have to have RT on a Wednesday ever again as its christmas day next week and I will be at home.