My hair is growing slowly, slowly, everso-bloody-slowly and so far it's remaining unruly. Sigh. I told the other-half that I thought that I looked like a certain sporting celebrity. Much to my dismay (but not surpise) he agreed. So here you are:
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| Bradley Wiggins (picture from here) |
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| Me, smirking in a sinister fashion |
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But the other-half isn't really in a position to laugh, as he too looks like someone famous. He's been grinding his teeth in his sleep and so the dentist has supplied him with a mouth guard to wear at night. Here he is sporting his new look.
And here is the celebrity he looks like, the Were Rabbit from Wallace and Grommit.
Peas in a pod.
I've had a top-up of herceptin today and all went well. I've got a heart test on Monday (to make sure the herceptin isn't doing any damage) and then I've no more hospital appointments until after Christmas. So, I've started feeling festive. Today we put up our Christmas Twig (we're channeling Scrooge and not doing a tree this year). Cyril is showing an interest. Which is a relief as the poor little blighter has been off colour for a few days and had a trip to the vets this morning for antibiotics and something unmentionable with a thermometer. Hopefully he's on the mend now. I'm having to starve him for 24 hours too. This could be a long night.
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| Feed me now or the twig gets it. |
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