Just a lovely, lovely day with dear KW. She of the long legs and even longer memory. We wandered around Alexandra Palace and down memory lane. K got me to sit still long enough to eat a healthy lunch, tea out, and I've already had my dinner (feeling v. proud of self - sometimes forget about food until v.v. late).One of my lovely countryside correspondents [do you fancy being CC henceforward?] asks whether I have any faith left in my medical team, and would it be worth starting afresh elsewhere? Good question. But, oddly, by the end of yesterday's 5? hour hospital marathon, I felt a lot more trusting of the medical team themselves - bureaucracy and administrators are further down my list for fan mail, but the surgeon and oncologist are sound. They can only report the results of tests I've had - which clash with each other, which in itself is highly unusual, hence the need for further investigation. I hope that makes sense, & I could really sense your frustration on my behalf.
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Today, I am much, much calmer, thanks to our J's thorough list of questions, which the surgeon systematically tackled yesterday. Please don't anyone ask for the full breakdown - KW had to refer to J's two pages of tabulated notes for answers, as my memory isn't big enough to hold it all.....
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Didn't get as far as 2nd batch of fairy cakes (first set went brilliantly with nephew & co). But in time. And came over all peculiar in Sainsbury's this morning & found myself sitting on the floor by the tills. They were very nice to me. One of those days when the obvious answer to, "Do you want help with your packing?" is, "Yes". Something very odd is definitely happening internally, but, as I'm reassured, a) it could be an infection & b) they're all going to sit down & argue over how best to test it.
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I've reserved a place on a 3hrs a week writing course at the Groucho Club. And why not.
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