Good...
The doctor was "very, very pleased" with the blood test patterns, particularly the declining cancer markers in the blood.
He was also pleased to note that I have had no nausea, extremely minimal diarrhoea, and that my hair is still "hanging around" (not his quote - my colloquialism).
Um...and no signs of flu yet!
Bad...
Pen exploded in my shirt pocket, causing icky stains.
Why do these leaky pens always pick on white shirts???
Amusing...
In a vain attempt to cleanse myself from my mishaps (can one ever cleanse oneself fully, he asked metaphysically), I ended up with blue stained palms and a blue-stained chest - and then the doctor called me...
As I sat down, he looked at me rather more quizically than usual...asked me how I was feeling...then mentioned the palms...
"Oh...that's from a leaky pen!"
Doctor's face shows tangible signs of relief...clearly chemo not THAT bad...
Then he examined my chest and noticed the bruise-like marks on my chest...pen ink again!
Hopefully he won't decide that I require a good psychiatrist rather than his own tender and expert oncologist care!
Tomorrow haircut 4, Terminator Salvation, visit from Eva T, recording session out at Laingholm...
A light schedule, then!
Till tomorrow...
G.
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I guess the pen is mightier than the sword, good progress Gerald!!
ReplyDeleteFantastic news! Splodgenessabounds - you might say.
ReplyDeleteMarjan, is fraffley a word, and if so, what does it mean?
ReplyDeleteTonight, no nausea and therefore no anti-nausea tablets at all!
Richard, an 80s group?
ReplyDeleteJudging by post time, this must be the "British Richard"...
Imbesil's Law: In order for something to become clean, something else must become dirty.
ReplyDeleteFreeman's Extension: .... but you can get everything dirty without getting anything clean.
uh...thanks, Ian! (...huh?)
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