I gave up trying to sleep about 3am, my darling hubby Norman has gone away to work yesterday morning, and left me a lovely pressie, (thats what he called it anyway) HIS BLOODY COLD, he had last week, my throat hurts all the way down to my belly button and I'm sick of coughing, so I'm sitting here, with a cuppa, the biscuit barrel and a couple of paracetomol, reading the blogs and thinking, good god, thank goodness its only a cold, breast cancer aside, of course, ive got hospital apt on thursday re. radiotherapy, scans etc, hopefully, my cold will be a lot better by then and it won't make any difference to what they are going to do.
