Once again, zapping was a simple process of lying there and doing nothing for ten minutes, plus the clinic appointment afterwards was with Dr Spooner himself. All that came from it was an xray that will be done tomorrow just to make sure my chest isn’t doing anything too odd and a prescription for some antibiotics and cough mixture to ease it. As it’s only to be taken three times a week, on Monday, Wednesday and Friday, I couldn’t see the point fetching it today and it’s not like there won’t be time before the xray to do so.

People will carry on amazing me with their kindness and willingness to put themselves out for me; parents especially, but so far, Kerry and Alan with their very early morning trips across Birmingham have been brilliant. Laura’s trip from Surrey today to partake in the fun of the QE was a tiring but great way to catch up, with little walks around the Mac duck pond & the Arbouretum, plus a feast in Frankie & Benny’s rounding off the day was an excellent way to spend a Tuesday and should make me sleep fairly well, I hope!

All together now…..

A truly exhausting day; I knew the trip to London to see Anna would be pretty tiring, and there wasn’t really that much walking to be done, but there was a definite change from previous trips out, there seemed a little more stiffness in my leg, but chances are that’s more to do with the journey than anything else.

It turns out that the surprise Kerry was planning on my return from London was getting a load of people together for us all to have drinks at the Sheaf, so plenty of sneakiness from everyone to get there and get me there. I could only manage a few hours because of tablet timings and for the simple matter of being knackered, but it was a lovely evening and a good judge of who would turn up should events change over the next months.


Fred is off this morning, yet he still answers the phone and sorts out what needs answering- the elongated MRI from October is in lieu of any kind of biopsy, which they couldn’t do for obvious reasons, and was indeed for them to see what they are facing. They won’t scan during the treatment, but will do so frequently, they say, afterwards….

It’s possibly just a coincidence, but after a mountain of chinese takeaway last night, sleep was marginly better, not proper, actual sleep, but a few hours extra and a degree of being slighty more awake. It’s probabably nothing and will be back to normal later, but for now, it’s a small victory. There’s little else to really acheive at the moment, waking up and still being able to move is pretty much the goal for each morning and so far, it happens.

It’s a hell of a good job I called to see whether a timetable could be arranged for the radiotheraphy course, which is stupidly early in the morning, so plenty of coffee and called in offers might be needed very soon, but it turns out I’m booked for an earlier time on Tuesday than planned, so the day shouldn’t seem quite as long.

Too long awake

It’s nothing that I can control and after finding out why it seems fairly pointless even asking about it, but the sleep thing is really starting to take it’s toll. With possible naps, I’m sure some days it might even add up to somewhere in the region of a proper amount of rest, but it never works like that, and it sure as hell doesn’t feel like that at the moment. I don’t think it’s ever going to improve, I can only see it getting worse. Unless they pull something magic out of the bag, I can envisage my closing days being full of crap sleep.

A day of DVDs and rest today…I think my body could probably do with it, at least it has the chance to drop off should the chance allow. It wasn’t too much of a walk with Kerry in Sutton Park yesterday, more of a stroll after the steak, but it was a little more of a struggle in the Arboretum afterwards, which is more to do with the the lack of normal activity in my leg than anything else. It was nice to be there though, while it’s good to surround myself with home, being out and about is really quite refreshing; almost as if I can forget for a short while everything else that’s going on.



Maybe it was not being taken round the parents to eat, and instead whacking an average pizza in for tea before Paul came across to visit, but I seem to have slept marginly better. Granted, I’m still having to get up around 0500 to pee every night, but it seemed more of a rewarding sleep. 

Kerry is right, as she said when she popped in yesterday afternoon; I still need to get out of the four walls, ever the voice of reason really! It does seem while I possibily can still move with a degree of normality, it’s best to get out, even if it’s just a hop in the car somewhere with the parents. Where? Well, apparantly, they are on the way, but as all I have seen is home, their’s, the shop for a short while and hospital this week, anywhere will be a bonus I guess!

And after he mentioned it last night, I can’t help but think of a KFC, so I will be making it a bit of a beeline for one if I can!