Just a short one to say I'm a bit zonked and achey today so have done nothing and have nothing to report (no change there I hear you say).
The other-half went to watch his football team lose (yes, again) and so he doesn't have anything to add that isn't moany either.
Tomorrow is another day - stay tuned for excitement, fun or possibily more whinging.
Saturday, 31 March 2012
Friday, 30 March 2012
Renovations all round
Behold! |
The painting and re-guttering has been finished – big thanks
to N. Here’s a picture of the newly
painted front of house (note contrasting lintels please) for all to
admire. Now, while I’m sure N always
does a tip-top job, he did have extra supervision this time to make sure the
work was beyond compare. One of the local
cats, who we call Shouty
Cat, (because he miaows
VERY LOUDLY) spent a good time making sure that the work was up to scratch (see
below).
Are you sure you're doing that right mate? |
C, I promise I folded these all up nicely following the photo shoot! |
After that I went out for another walk this time to stick a ‘congratulations
on your engagement’ card through K and P’s letter box. Congratulations you two lovey dovey love
birds!
Amongst all this excitement I managed to squeeze in a
hospital appt to the breast specialist who thinks all OK for time being but
having CT scan next week anyway to find out more.
Thursday, 29 March 2012
My dad's ears
Forgot to take my camera out with me today, so you're getting a completely pointless but pretty picture of Scotland. Enjoy! |
I’ve got my dad’s ears (not literally, that would be
horrible). My sticky out ears have been
one of the reasons why I’ve had long hair most of my life. I made a discovery today. My wig hurts when I wear it for hours as it
presses my flappy ears to the side of head.
When I went round to my sister’s today I hung the wig on the coat stand in
the hall to give my poor lug ‘oles a bit of a breather. Thankfully she had no other callers this
afternoon – they might have thought she scalped people on entry to the
premises.
My sister and I went for a walk in the park (wig in place). She was on a bit of a mission to dead head the
daffodils in the park. OK I’m exaggerating;
she dead headed about ten of the thousands of daffs available. Nevertheless I expected a park keeper to
pounce or interfering passer-by to try a citizen’s arrest. Neither happened, which was just as well as I’d
forgotten to take my camera and would have been very disappointed to have
missed that photo opportunity.
Back at base the house painting has continued and it’s
looking very spiffy. Unlike my wig hanging
on a coat stand.
In other news, I cooked dinner tonight for the first time in weeks and weeks and weeks. And ate it. Yay me.
Wednesday, 28 March 2012
Happy feet
Sunglasses on, people |
This morning I went for more reflexology. It was lovely. This time Reflexology Lady rubbed my feet
with oils designed to combat nausea (I’m slightly queasy after yesterday’s
chemo). I only get four sessions of this
(it’s free) so if anyone would like to volunteer to come round my place and rub
my sweaty feet for an hour a week (or more if you’d like) please let me
know. I expect to be inundated with
offers.
I came back home to check that the workers (the other-half
and his brother) weren’t shirking on the job – painting the outside of the
house. They were wilting in the heat, it’s
boiling here! I left them to it (well I
didn’t want to interfere) and went for a walk in the sunshine. It was so warm I nearly took my cardigan off,
but I didn’t, you can take these things too far you know. I walked further than I expected (sounds feeble
but my energy wasn’t great after the last lot of chemo) and went to the local
park which was in its full spring time technicolour glory (see pictures above
and below). I always think it looks like
one of those 1950s overly colourful postcards, but I love it.
I’m hoping that all this reflexology relaxation combined with exercise
will mean a decent night’s sleep, although the steroids I have to take for a few
days after each chemo session tend to play havoc with that. I have to start the stomach injections again
today too (for a week) to keep my blood count up. They seemed to work last time so I’ll just
have to be a brave little soldier, but sticking a needle into yourself goes
against the grain somehow. You should
see how I carry on when I get a splinter.
Tuesday, 27 March 2012
Balaclavas and snitching
Other people's husbands would probably buy them flowers. I get a second hand balaclava. |
Oh flipping heck (or words to that effect) I’m developing more
and more bald patches. I think my going out bareheaded days are well and truly
numbered. But I’ve finally found a hat I
quite like, and I like the name of the company that supplied it even more –
Suburban Turban. The other-half has also
helpfully dug out his green woolly balaclava for my use (see above). How ever can I thank him? Answers on a postcard please.
Hurrah! My blood
tests yesterday were OK so today’s chemo went ahead. They’ve slightly changed one of the drugs I
take. I’m a bit concerned as it’s one of
the anti-sickness ones (which worked so well last time) but I’ve been assured
that the new one is just as good – I certainly hope so. Watch this space.
Monday, 26 March 2012
Doogie-Fest
Look what arrived today!
As you might have read in previous posts (and if not you should be
ashamed of yourselves), I refer to my very young oncologist as the
Anti-Doogie. My nephew designed the
above and had it printed. I’m speechless
(with joy of course). The cat thought it
was hysterical (see below).
My nephew is daring me to wear it to my next oncology
appointment. Hmmm, we’ll see about that,
maybe if I have a few sherries first.
Anyway, many thanks to nephew and his wife. You shouldn’t have!
I was up with the lark this morning, well for me anyway, and
off to the GP for blood tests. If all is
well (fingers crossed) I’ll get my second lot of chemo tomorrow afternoon. I also managed to get the date of my CT scan
changed. Par for the course the date
given was about three weeks later than the oncologist advised. I rang the hospital ready for another battle
only to have it changed really easily. I
cannot help but suspect I’ll turn up on the new date and they’ll deny all
knowledge of having booked me in … colour me cynical.
After the early GP appointment I went to big sis’s
house. So not only is she providing
meals on wheels this evening but she also provided breakfast. I have to say she let the side down a little
by not giving me a packed lunch to go home with, but I’ll forgive her. I’m good like that.
So as it’s another warm day here I’m off to model my Doogie
T shirt in the evening sunshine. You
wait, in six month’s time everyone will be wearing one.
Sunday, 25 March 2012
Ducks and disappointment
Shrewsbury, yes AGAIN |
The photograph above was taken from a footbridge over the Severn, while strolling back home from the town centre
this afternoon. It’s not the picture I
wanted to take though. While we were on
the bridge a lady just behind us was pooped on twice by a passing duck. She took it in good part (it’s supposed to be
lucky after all) but, as much as I wanted to, I didn’t have the courage to
ask her if I could take a photo. That, I
feel, would have been bad luck for me - I could well have ended up in the
river.
Can't see the problem myself |
We had a welcome visit from the other-half’s twin brother
and his wife. There was wailing and
gnashing of teeth over Wolverhampton Wanderers, discussion of the saga of the
escaping cat and cake.
Tomorrow is blood test day and as long as that’s OK I’ll get
my second lot of chemo on Tuesday. Time
flies when you’re having fun.
Saturday, 24 March 2012
Hair today ...
Out of focus, but scrummy |
Today we finally got to grips with the juicer. When I say ‘we’ I mean, of course, the
other-half. I was still lazing around in
bed while he girded his loins with cheap girders (copyright Spike Milligan) and
read the juicer instruction book. No
mean feat. The result,
apple/celery/carrot juice was yummy even though it looked fairly disgusting. So from now on we will be juice crazy and
will be going on a veg buying spree tomorrow.
There are however two downsides to this juicing lark: 1)
When the juicer is running it sounds like a jumbo jet is taking off in
the kitchen 2) Dismantling it to clean
it (see below).
OK, the toaster isn't part of the juicer but daren't move it due to risk of crumb avalanche |
It was a lovely warm, sunny day here in Shropshire. We went to see our pals J, M and little N and
had a good catch up. Amazingly N (age 2
and a half) recognized me in my shorn state and what’s more didn’t run and hide
behind the sofa in shock (neither did J and M).
Result!
Mind you I think even such hair as I have is well on its way
out now. This morning my pillow was
covered in hair and I can see bald patches developing on one side. Thanks again to C & C Hairdressing for Tuesday’s
short back and sides, as my reaction to finding a lot of half inch hairs on my
pillow was merely ‘oh look’, had they been six inches or so long I think it might
have been more a case of ‘oh woe is me’.
The other-half has just informed me that my eyebrows are on the way out
too. Time to get practicing with the
eyebrow pencil. I think I might go for a
Bert from Sesame Street
look. What do you think?
Friday, 23 March 2012
Cats, crops and celebrations
Watching him, watching me, watching him |
After yesterday’s escapade Cyril is now only allowed in the
garden under supervision. It’s a bit
like letting a prisoner out in to the exercise yard (I’d imagine) with me as the vigilant, hard-hearted prison guard. Brown fluffy cat, who
is leading my poor innocent cat astray with his wild ways, was nowhere to be
seen. Which is just as well as, if he
carries on being a bad influence, I may well turn him into a nice pair of furry
gloves should I ever manage to get my mits on him.
I went out again today wigless (to the chemist to collect a
prescription). I’ve found that people
are really nice to you when you’ve got a ‘cancer crop’. Today I used it as an excuse to walk into a
complete stranger’s garden to fuss her cat and dog (she made the mistake of
smiling and saying ‘hello’ as I walked past).
Also the pharmacist was charm personified. Goodness only knows how people will behave
when I’m totally bald, probably hand me kittens and wads of cash. Well, I can hope.
Eight months ago today the other-half and I got spliced. Yeah, OK I know you don’t get anything for eight months, certainly not kittens and wads of cash.
And eight months is especially puny when you consider that the other-half’s
twin brother and his wife celebrate their twenty-fifth anniversary this
year. However, I’m using it as an excuse
to include the photo below and say thanks again to everyone who made it such a
special day, particularly the other-half who made it completely unforgettable
by getting my name wrong during his speech.
Thursday, 22 March 2012
Falling in with the wrong crowd
Non-escaping cats |
Well it didn’t take long did it? Cyril, the three-legged monster cat, escaped from
Fort Discombobulated today. After all the fence extending and close
monitoring, the little so and so must have sneaked out without us realising while the
other-half was hanging out washing. It
wasn’t until about an hour later that we noticed that Cyril was nowhere to be
found in the house. So the usual search
started. This time I found him after only
about ten minutes of looking. He was in
the gardens of the houses near the Very
Busy Road.
This time I managed to grab him and march him back home (unlike last time when he gave us the round around for five hours). He was most unimpressed because, yet again,
he was hanging around with Fluffy Brown Cat.
In other words I showed him up in front of his mate. The thing is that I don’t think Fluffy Brown
Cat is the right sort of friend for Cyril at all. He's a rough sort and Cyril is a nicely brought up boy. I’m sure Fluffy lures Cyril away from the garden
to get up to all sorts of cat delinquency.
How long before they start playing knock-the-door-and-run-away, mugging
dogs and going joy-riding?
I’m not sure I can cope with all this parental anguish! I took the above picture at a garden centre this afternoon – would it be so terrible to replace Cyril with a cat terracotta
army?
Wednesday, 21 March 2012
Shorn
I'm going to have to make sure I wash behind my ears from now on |
So far I’ve been a bit cagey on this blog, not mentioning
names or showing pictures of people. But
today I’ve decided to stop being such a wuss, bite the bullet and reveal myself
in all my glory (if this doesn’t cause the number of visits to this blog to
plummet nothing will).
Today two of my sisters-in-law came over and gave me a very,
very short back and sides (see above). I
can heartily recommend C & C Hairdressing Services, they made what could have
been a fairly traumatic experience into a good laugh. Not only that, they brought home made choc
chip muffins with them. Sadly my hair
won’t stay like this very long as it will all fall out but at least it’ll be
half inch lengths falling out now rather than great long revolting stringy bits. Thanks C and C!
This afternoon I went out in my wig for the first time (see
below). Very odd feeling and I kept
worrying that it might slip but it seemed to work out OK. It didn’t make any children cry, horses bolt
or dogs whine.
Look, no split ends |
The reason for going out this afternoon was for my first
ever reflexology session (in a bid to relax a bit). Now I’m a bit of a weirdo and actually like having my feet touched so it was
absolute bliss. I’ll be going back for
more of that. I was thinking of
finishing this post with a picture of my (very relaxed) feet but you’ll be
relieved to hear that I’ve thought better of it and will spare you (for now).
Tuesday, 20 March 2012
Escape plans and sophistication
OK, can I leap out of the garden from here? |
Well how about getting under here then? |
Hmm, tricky, maybe I'll just try giving her The Look |
Meanwhile I continue to leave a trail of hair behind me, so tomorrow two of my sisters-in-law are coming over to give me an extreme short back and sides. It's very good of them, but I will be double-checking that they don't shave swear words into the back of my head.
Tonight was another meals on wheels night. Shepherds pie - hurrah. This time we let the cook eat with us (I know, my standards are slipping) along with out mate T. T had brought a bottle of advocaat with him so we had pre-dinner snowballs (and it wasn't even Christmas). Truly my middle name is sophistication. Afterwards I caught the other-half in the kitchen supposedly washing up but with this head in the dish eating the last scrappings of shepherds pie. As others can testify, this isn't the first time this has happened. The things I put up with.
Monday, 19 March 2012
Meals on wheels
Big Sis Catering presents ... |
Today was the other-half’s first day back at work. So, given my iffyness about food at the
moment, Big Sis Catering came into force.
She very kindly cooked us chicken and leek pie for dinner. It was fantastic. We both had two helpings. She now has a job for life. The cat wanted some too but he didn’t get a
look in.
Less happily I found out today that my cancer is HER2+ which isn’t great
news (although not a huge surprise) but this does means that herceptin might be
effective. Hey ho. I’ll find out more at my next appointment
with the oncologist.
Also on the grim side, my hair has really started coming out now (and my scalp is incredibly tingly). I’ve been frantically ordering scarves
today. I think I’ll be calling on the
services of the sis-in-law who said she’d help with the head shaving pretty
soon. I hope the offer is still on!
On a more positive note I have undertaken a scientific experiment and my findings are that the
stress caused by finding out I’m HER2+ and that I’m going to be bald soon was
combated quite well by diazepam, a dark rum and ginger beer and two helpings of chicken
pie. Also if the scarves don’t arrive in
time I always have a beautiful hat (see below) which my nephew gave me last
Christmas. See every cloud has a drug-fuelled, rum-soaked, green monster-hatted lining.
Sunday, 18 March 2012
Bath-time frolics
Yes I know, brass taps but a silver plug ... that's the kind of rebel I am |
I had a day at home flopped on the sofa making up for all
the recent activity. Sorry not to have
been able to make N’s christening but it sounds like a good time was had by
all.
After a long sit on the sofa I summoned up the energy for a
bath and Cyril, as he so often does, decided to supervise. It’s not the most soothing experience having
a three-legged cat wobble about perilously on the side of the bath while you’re
trying to relax in the water. On slip
and he’d be in the water, instantly transformed into a mass of panicking
claws. He didn’t fall in, this time, but
found another way to torment me. He sat
on the drawers facing the bath and did that weird staring into space as if he
could see-something-spooky-that-humans-can’t-see thing that cats do
sometimes. He was staring at the open bathroom
door behind my head. I don’t usually let
this weird cat behaviour
get to me but there was no-one else in the house and he made me feel distinctly
uneasy (little git). Of course, when I
got out of the bath there was nothing lurking behind me and Cyril immediately
stopped behaving like a portent of doom.
In fact he went back to wobbling about on the side of the bath
fascinated by the water going down the plug hole. I was tempted to give him a bit of a push to
get my own back but I’m far too soft for that.
Then I did some more sofa sitting and dozing. Well, all that bath-time excitement took it out of me.
Saturday, 17 March 2012
Viva la revolution
This does NOT belong to me. Honest. |
The other-half and I strolled into town again today and met
up with big sis, nephew and wife to mooch around shops and have lunch. All of which was very jolly even if now, a
few hours later, my lunch is repeating on me (hmmm salami sandwich, the gift that keeps
on giving).
All this recent activity has been great but a bit knackering. So I have returned home to spend the afternoon
(and probably evening) stretched out on the sofa with the cat. The other-half has gone to visit friends in
Bridgnorth. (Sorry I couldn’t make it
for further trumping conversations, but I’m truly shattered).
Anyway, I flopped onto the sofa turned on the TV and found
that the film ‘Cromwell’ was on. I know
it’s historically inaccurate. I know it’s
a bit iffy (to say the very least) to show it on St Patrick’s Day (given Cromwell’s behaviour in Ireland). But I do love this film. It’s a good thing the other-half is out as I
can relish the film (and defeat of the monarchy) in peace without him (being a complete royalist) ruining it for me.
As you can probably imagine the solar-powered waving plastic
queen (yes, really), pictured above, belongs to the other-half not me. He is threatening to display it in our front
window during the Diamond Jubilee, whereas I will, of course, be constructing a
guillotine in the back garden.
Friday, 16 March 2012
City slickers and a foul mouth
The Royal Oak, Cardington |
Today we’ve been showing off the delights of Shropshire to my nephew and his wife. They both work in London (crazy young people!) and are used to
fancy-pancy delights like double-decker buses, i-phones and electricity. So we gave them the rural Shropshire
experience, but softy style (you know how easy it is to scare these city types). We had lunch at the Royal Oak
in Cardington and it was delicious (again) then went off on a drive around the
countryside with a couple of stops – Langley Chapel and Acton Burnell Castle – for full
isolated, squawking-crow atmosphere . We
have now released the poor couple and I think they plan to make up for today with
some serious shopping in Shrewsbury
tomorrow. Stand by shop keepers!
Acton Burnell Castle |
And now for something completely different. Yesterday I came across a couple of kids
dismantling a fence next to an industrial unit. The other-half was remonstrating reasonably
with them when all of a sudden, much to my own surprise, I waded in, calling
them ‘a pair of little shits’. I’ve
decided sudden, uncontrollable and aggressive swearing is an (unlisted) side effect of
chemo and that I’m not responsible for my own actions. Anyone want to ****ing well argue with me
about it?
Thursday, 15 March 2012
A bit mixed
View from Applecross, Wester Ross
Today’s photo is one we took in Scotland last year (be warned there
are millions of others) and it’s supposed to represent the worry/relief combo
which was the result of today’s visit to the oncologist (otherwise known as the
Anti-Doogie).
Firstly, not to miss the chance to blow my own trumpet, the
Anti-Doogie congratulated me on having fought and succeeded in getting my chemo
date changed (he had tried and failed).
I felt very full of myself and am considering renaming myself and only
answering to ‘Champ’.
Less positively the Anti-Doogie noticed some new symptoms
that I hadn’t. These may just be a
reaction to the chemo but need to be watched.
This means that he is moving the next CT scan forward by about a month and
that my chemo (after the next one) may need to be changed. At least, as my mate F pointed out, he’s on
the ball. Trust me not to notice new
symptoms that need noticing. Yet I did
notice that the Anti-Doogie was wearing a really horrible pair of pointy
shoes. Nothing like getting your
priorities straight is there?
More happily the Anti-D assured me that some of the other
symptoms I’d been experiencing must
be anxiety related rather than lung related (as I feared). As a result this afternoon I walked into,
around and home from town for the first time since having chemo.
So there you have it, a bit of a mixed day – the photo says
it all.
Wednesday, 14 March 2012
Espalier – there I knew I’d get it in somehow
In my very first post I mentioned that my favourite word
is ‘discombobulated’ with ‘espalier’ coming in a close second place. I also said that I doubted I’d ever be able
to use ‘espalier’ again in this blog – well I obviously underestimated my
resourcefulness for I have risen to the
challenge! Today I went for a walk
around Attingham Park and took the above picture to show
how spring-like it was, and correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t that tree espaliered? Give the girl a coconut.
We strolled around Attingham and got some veg planting ideas
from the walled garden (see below) which is about a gazillion times bigger than
our allotment, but we can dream.
The other-half also bought a second-hand hoe (that’s a
gardening implement, you mucky-minded lot) so it’s all systems go on the
grow-your-own front (that is if you don't include getting the seeds and planting and all that palaver).
As if he hasn't got enough to do what with gardening, building cat defences and catering to my every whim, next week the other-half goes back to work. He has had some time off to run me back and
forwards for assorted medical appointments and also just be generally marvelous
(don’t tell him I said that). Anyway once
he’s back at work my big sis has very kindly volunteered to cook some dinners
for us as my appetite is a bit rubbish at the moment and if I start preparing food
I find I really don’t want to eat it
(well that’s my excuse for the other-half doing all the cooking at the moment
and I’m sticking to it). Big sis has
asked what sort of meals we’d like, so if anyone has any ideas for something
really complicated do let me know, I’d like to see the look on her face when I
ask for something like lobster thermidor (whatever that is).
Talking of kindly sisters, one of my sister-in-laws has said she she'll help me with head shaving when the time comes. It's really appreciated as goodness only knows what sort of a mess I'd make of it. As I type my scalp is feeling distinctly prickly I wonder if that's a sign of the start of the hair loss. That, or maybe it's just nits.
Tuesday, 13 March 2012
The cat's whiskers
Looky look what I was given today. An original Louis Wain sketch. Many, many thanks to R, M, A, A and, of
course, Molly the Cat. I absolutely love
it. The photo doesn’t really do it
justice due to the reflecting light problem (oh how we photographers struggle). It probably would have been better to wait and take
the photo in daylight but pah to that, I wanted to show it off NOW.
On to more mundane subjects. This morning I had a visit from the Macmillan nurse. She told me that there is somewhere a bit
more local where I can access the same sort of services (ie complimentary
therapies) that are available at the Haven, so I might give that a go. Last night I took two sleeping tablets but still woke up at 3am. I did manage to get a couple more hours later
on, but I think it’s fair to say I could do with some help relaxing and/or controlling
this crappy anxiety (medical term). Any chloroform
dealers out there? On a more positive note the nurse said
that the anti-anxiety medication I’m taking probably hasn’t started working to
full effect yet (she reckons it can take a couple more weeks) so maybe the
drugs will do the trick yet.
And that’s about it for today (if you can say that about a day when I got a Louis Wain picture).
I could tell you about my trip to Telford
with the other-half to collect the car from its MOT and service but I really
don’t think you could handle the excitement.
Monday, 12 March 2012
Here there be dragons
Today was one of those days when the Anxiety Dragon was
blowing fire in my direction and I quailed like a wimpy damsel in
distress. Fortunately St George made an
appearance in the guise of an Aubery Manning DVD (ta T), some trusty diazepam plus a welcome visit from S + J. Equilibrium was restored. By the way, I already had the diazepam – I didn’t mean to
imply that my visitors were dealers.
The other-half trekked off to the allotment where the weeds
were as high as an elephant’s eye and restored order there – ready to grow lots
of healthy veg for summer. Dragons hate
veg, it’s a well known fact.
Sunday, 11 March 2012
Spring is sprung
Hawthorn in blossom on today's walk
This afternoon, as the sun was shining and spring was in the
air, we went for a walk round the scene of the Battle of Shrewsbury of 1403 (Can
I resist saying ‘oh that's nearly five past two’?
No, obviously I can’t.) We walked through fields to the Battlefield church. It was all very lovely apart from the pylons at the start of the walk which were huge and crackling like crazy - not very atmospheric.
Anyway I reckon I walked about a mile and a half . I feel a bit tired now but at least I got out
and about in the sunshine for a while.
It was all very spring like, the blossom was out and the birdies were
singing and most dog owners on the
same walk even picked up their mutts’ poo (but not all of course). Anyway we celebrated the lovely weather by
strolling around a site where thousands of people had been killed in a bloody
battle (albeit 600 years ago).
Talking of warfare, I’ve now reached peak possible infection time (when my blood
count can be apparently at it’s lowest).
However I think I may be in greater danger of the other-half’s wrath. I am constantly and unnecessarily reminding him
to wash his hands after touching anything. That noise you can hear is him grinding his
teeth.
Saturday, 10 March 2012
Memory lane
My big sis baby-sat me today while the other-half foolishly
went to watch football. Ta big sis. I wasn’t on form as I’d had a bit of a ropey
night but we had a good look through some family photos that had come from my
parents’ house a few years ago. So I was
able to admire hairstyles (especially mine), outfits and home decoration of the
last umpteem years. Were the early 70s
entirely brown and orange? Was it
illegal not to have a moustache? And how
did my sisters manage to tuck all their clothes into their knickers to go
paddling in the sea?
Because I’m (rightly) terrified of all my family, the picture
above is of the older generation (my parents’ wedding) rather than of anyone
who might come round and punch me.
Spiffy photo isn’t it? How they
managed to put on such a show in 1946 (with clothing rationing still in force I
think) I just don’t know.
Now I await the return of a very depressed other-half who
has just watched his team lose yet again.
I keep telling him to support a good team instead, but he doesn’t
listen. You just can’t help some people
can you?
Friday, 9 March 2012
The sweet smell of freedom
The defences have been put up and the barricades
manned. Or to put it another way the
other-half has finished fitting the trellis to the garden fence which will hopefully stop Cyril, the three-legged
monster cat, from further escape attempts. However, we do have doubts that he
may use the trellis as a sort of cat-ladder, so the trauma may be far from
over. Anyway Cyril got his first spell
in the garden today for a good few days and I think his expression in the photo
sums up his pleasure at being outside.
He did spot a possible escape route straight away – see photo
below. But rest assured this gap will
soon be filled.
Earlier on he was a very snooty cat indeed. My cat-loving friend K visited (with lovely
malteasers) and Cyril ignored her completely.
Sorry K, what can I say I’ve obviously brought him up all wrong. I am responsible for a delinquent cat.
Still feeling pretty tired so didn’t get up to much
today. I’m now reaching the phase (about
a week after receiving chemo) when you apparently become much more at risk of contracting
infections. I’ve been told to keep an
eye on my temperature and if it goes over 37.5 degrees for longer than half an
hour I have to phone the hospital. So I’m
wandering around with a thermometer being moderately neurotic. Not a hobby I’d recommend. On the whole I reckon escaping over fences would be more exciting.
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