I’ve been in Huddersfield Royal Infirmary for going on 3 weeks now. It’s not quite British Airways 1st Class but they feed me. Chris and Louise brought me in with a suspected infection. The infection has now cleared but I still don’t have a clue where I’ve been. In my head I’ve done a tour of the North, from Liverpool to Leeds. In reality I’ve been stuck in Huddersfield with the occasional treat of a trip to leads for radiotherapy.
Today I’ve managed to find the slippers that were lost in one of my many room moves and Chris has reminded me that Oldham have been relegated. Bugger! Although the he tells me I’m lucky to have forgotten Northampton away. I’ve no memory of it!
I keep thinking of Anglesey, Scotland and junction 22 of the m62. All places I’ve been staying at in my head. Ironically, the doctors are confused about my confusion – Oncobabe seems to think it’s due to cancer spread to the membrane around my brain.
I’m tired and confused, but at least the pain is less severe.