From cloud 9 to cloud 8

Me panicking is not a pretty sight...

Hmm...always wondered about the letter "k" in that word.

I panicked at 6.30am this morning cos my chemo pump fell off!!!

What do you do?

Well of course I'd been told about 8 weeks ago, but I couldn't remember what to do...

I yelled to Lois (a lot)...see, when the pump falls off, the fluorourocil keeps pumping out...and it is cytotoxic which means if it touches your skin it attacks it and kills the cells...so you need to be very careful...

and try NOT TO PANIC!!!

(shades of Corporal Jones from Dad's Army?)

"Lois, get the phone number... the pump's fallen off! it's leaking!"

In one of those bizarre states of stupor, Lois attempts to remember the plumber's name/phone number...

Finally realising I am panicking about myself and not the state of our plumbing, L fetches wallet.

Contact made with oncology ward, ambulance drive in Lois's car (yes, Lois, finally an almost-justifiable reason to SPEED!)...

all sorted and back to teaching.

still in clouds...

tomorrow busy...end of term shennanigans with Dawn Chorus, staff farewell, end of term Music assembly, rehearsals, moderation prep, pump officially taken off, pub meeting, sleepover...

and the holidays are looking pretty full...still, they are MINE, ALL MINE....heeheehee....

blogs will continue as unusual...

by the way, A has his cast off his right arm (elbow fracture)...wrist cast coming off in another 4 weeks...

he is of course overjoyed at being able to go to school and write!

Love,

G.