.. because I know no more than I did this morning: I've been thoroughly interrogated by a gastro-enterologist, who has lined me up for a series of routine tests, which he'd give anyone complaining of pain where I do. One more MRI with Secretin, to check liver/pancreas function; 7 blood samples sent off, testing for metals (some bodies have a hard time disposing of them), Hep, and antibodies (in case I'm rejecting my own liver - highly unlikely, as I'm feeling fit as a fiddle today, give or take understandable tiredness from a full day in town). .
Consultant was everything you'd expect of a gentleman from the Orient: discrete, mannered, mildly incomprehensible, never animated, until on the subject of complementary therapies, and he was off... Clearly thinks they're all very, very dangerous, and should be banned forthwith. Should have suggested he lunch with my radiotherapy and oncology teams, who encouraged the Homeopathic Hospital visits in the first place, referred me even. Don't tell me those little sugar pills have gone and harmed me. Piffle. Shall cease consumption, just in case.
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Rested a good long while here with a Peyton & Byrne cake or two. Heal's tea room, dingy lighting, all furniture - except sofa - better suited to child's tea party or Rasa Express, where KW treated me to fine lunch. Sorry about photo quality, prioritised health and conversation. She's looking as svelte and swish as ever, despite protesting otherwise.
Most unfortunately, en route home, fave Drummond St store was out of instant Badam mix. My hot milk will never recover..
KW - please visit me at home some time and I will make you up a sample pack of all things Indian: home-toasted ghee, rose cordial and a spice mix come to mind for starters. Early to bed for me now. Love to everyone indoors.
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