I have a horrid cold and a hacking cough. I am sick of being ILL. The cat is also snotty. Here he is, I only wish you could hear the comedy snoring.
I'm too ill to go to the parentals for tea and to go to the oncologist tomorrow with Mrs P. This is rather annoying, but I don't want Mrs P (or Mr P for that matter) to get this virus which would just complicate things massively. So, it's just me in my pyjamas and the cat watching Midsomer Murders. Joy.
Zolodex injection on Monday wasn't as bad as anticipated. I was expecting a foot long needle from what other people had said, and although the needle was pretty wide bore and hardcore, it wasn't too painful. SMF did a jolly good job of looking after me, did all the washing up and made a 3 course tea. Nommers. Lovely man.
Tuesday I met up with some friends I haven't seen for AGES, which was smashing. I've been a bit apathetic of late...and now there's nothing cancer wise going on I feel like I should be getting off my arse and doing stuff, but I have a really snotty cold and just want to watch films and eat takeaway and dick about on Facebook and Twitter...not so constructive really. So...I have expressed an interest in joining Breast Cancer Voices, not overly sure what it entails but I think I need to be more proactive.
And there's a trillion other things I could be doing. My sicknote runs out at the end of next week, just before my birthday, and am not sure what do to about going back to work. I feel a bit 'in limbo', like I'm not really ill, and therefore should be getting on with it and going back, but then the ironing the other day was traumatic so I'm sure going back too soon would be wrong in so many ways. I miss the people I work with, but it's hard and physical work and if I can't manage a bit of ironing (although to be fair, it was about 6 weeks worth) without my arm getting sore I shouldn't be rushing back just yet?
Mrs P has an appointment with our shared Oncologist on Friday, a week before her official appointment, so am hoping her chemo will start soon and the lump on her neck will go down. Lumps on necks are not good, generally. I've decided to go with her mainly because the Onc was a lovely bloke who works for the same trust as I do, so if I can pull a few strings and get her treatment started forthwith that would be tremendously advantageous.
I have done absolutely bugger all so far today, except watch 'The Lives of Others' (good film) and laugh at the cat's comedy snoring. I've just spotted an unread copy of Grazia and am fancying a Sue's chicken chow mein with curry sauce so it's yet another takeaway for tea and a catch up with the fash goss. I look like shit so I hope I don't see anyone I know in the Chinese :-S.
Tra fer now! x
