Today is my low point on the U shaped chart between chemotherapy sessions. Well, tomorrow is actually, but the phlebotomy units don’t open at weekends so they’re pretending today is the day I have to give a blood test.
I assume they take a “low point” reading at this stage to measure how I’m holding up to treatment. A hell of a lot better than the first couple of days when you combined chemo and radiotherapy to space me out without warning me of the delirium it causes.
I do have a plan to sneak in a Wetherspoons breakfast. Naughty, I know, but for some reason I don’t think Tuesday night fulfilled my pancake requirements. I’ve given up getting drunk for Lent, mainly due to never usually getting drunk anyway. So pancakes and coffee it is. Probably before the blood test too, just to add a few E numbers to the bloodstream for them to analyse.
I’ve pretty much packed my small bag for Anglesey. My dressing gown will be my main item of clothing for the week and that’s already there along with my swim shorts. So iPad, charger and drugs supply are the main additions needed. I’ll combine with Rachel for food shopping, probably en route, and make sure the supplies can see me through the week. I’m not leaving the hut until I have to. (It’s more a fully fledged all mod-cons bungalow, but I’m trying to make it sound rustic).