It might have been everything combined but at Idlewild last night I was all over the place; it’s good as I haven’t been able to get it out for a while. I needed it and I think Paul knew too but he didn’t say anything.
I’m getting worse and it shows, most notably in my leg and speech but that’s to be expected where the tumour is located. I’m not going to get to the 200 odd days the hospital has theorised and if this is how it’s going to be, I’ll be glad if it ends before. The chair is less degrading to be in but I’d rather be walking under my own steam than being pushed.
Falling over didn’t help and the bruising hasn’t helped at all in terms of getting up, but it’s my own doing. It’ll be mentioned at clinic if it’s still there, similar to all the tablets, for what it’s worth.