Post 262: A non-talkathon
My emotions melt into a Netflix show
All my pills tied in a nice neat bow
It feels like it’s just another day
But there’s little to do and less to say
I ring the .gov to see where’s my form
But half an hour later I’m not even warm
My head says quit but my heart just waits on
But it all end’eth well with a non-talkathon
I make a call to the Citizens Advice
A form to fill in would totally suffice
But as the aged lady asked me routine
The tears poured out, all the while unseen
Emotions too easy to come to the fore
My house is a prison with no exit door
I wonder about the great piles of pills
That stick in my throat but cure all my ills
I’d never have thought that this was my lot
Sitting and waiting for my heart to be stopped
But thankfully more pills are on their way
To slow both mental and physical decay
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Things are slow and low at home with no plans to foster imaginations on holidays yet. That’s one thing that’s missing.
I did get a call from my oncology appointment secretary asking me to visit on the 29th January for a chat about the second opinion about still being on HT injections. That’s a surprise as it could have been done by letter. Anyway I guess she will say there’s a bit of good in it so it’s best to stay on it.
We shall see.
My right shoulder is manageable but such a pain in bed. But I can’t complain too much because I still get fairly good rest at night. Waking in the morning is worse.
I should get a call from the hospice Dr today about pain control and I can ask him about form filling. I may have a quick and easy time of it for the ESA50 form. Tell you about it tomorrow.
Another day gone and another Netflix series completed. “Runaway” was pretty good.
Still no extra oramorph which is amazing. Can’t be all bad.
Good night
