déjà vous

yesterday went as well as could be expected:

1 x chemo

1 x blood test

2 x canular successfully inserted (no bruises)

1 x radio

1 x naso-gastric tube up my hooter

1 x naso-gastric tube out of my hooter

1 x feeding tube re-fitted

1 x tummy covered in fluorescent pink anti-septic stuff that will take 2 weeks to get off

4 x painkillers to offset pain of trapped wind ( see previous op )

1 x sleepless night

1 x complete nutter in bed opposite complaining about everything and providing running commentary on the whole night. eg why can't I sleep in these effing  beds, what's wrong with you people, why me, it 's too hot, it's too cold, where is everyone - I resisted the urge to shout shut the effing hell up, on behalf of myself and the other 4 sufferers on the ward, but only just.

1 x other gentleman in ward who speaks only Italian

1 x  very sore throat having not had anything to eat or drink for 12 hours 

Thanks to mum for taxi duties yesterday. And to Keeley's cousin Jo for the food parcel from Hong Kong. Also for the continuing flood of GWS cards, especially  from Jackie & Angie who are making a card shop in Stamford very rich.

As I speak it's 5.37 and the commentary from opposite continues unabated. I 'm going to try and block it out under the blanket. Hopefully today will bring:

1 x going home

1 x radiotherapy 8/30

5 x banana nesquik

& some klp.

Tara a bit.