Last weekend was fantastic, I felt healthier than I have for about 6 months, maybe a little longer.
So I was quite cheerful when I went in for my second infusion of cytotoxic juice, aka chemo. While I was there, Nicky nicked off to have her hair done, she looks fabulous BTW; she referred to it as her 'appointment' because she felt it would be insensitive to say 'haircut' amongst a bunch of chemo patients loosing their hair. Made me chuckle.
The actual treatment went off without a hitch, but I have been brought back down to earth with a bump, and maybe a bounce or two. The after effects are compounded by the accumulation of junk and I have to admit that I am not up to much at the moment. I have all the right medications so it is totally manageable, and will probably pass in 3 or 4 days, but still, uurrrgh.
We have finally sorted out my disability pay and I should be getting my first check within the next couple of weeks, phew, I was beginning to wonder how I was going to pay the AppleTV bill.
We have yet to hear from BA regarding the refund of our flights, hopefully there will be some progress this week.
Right, I'm off to the couch to be waited on hand and foot.
NIIIIICCCCKKKKYYYYY, CHOCOLATE MILK, NOOOOOWWWW.