Today’s the 40th anniverary of my accident. I’ll give the full details below, but basically I was in a motor bike smash. I lost the front of my right leg and broke all my ribs, so that I could not breath.
Complete letdown, no infusion. Apparently my white cell count is too low.
Tomorrow is another milestone. Nr 5 of the 6 day ong infusions. (3 before the operation, 3 after)
I’ve been using queues and queueing theory for over 50 years now, but I’ve recently realized something new.
I understand I’m more sensative to it, but there does seem to be a lot of people with my form of cancer.
I upset the doctor today. It was the normal 3 weekly checkup and he asked how I was.
My brother-in-law and his wife came to visit, for a few days, which was very pleasant. For their last eveing they said they would like to take us out for a meal.
This should have been posted in at least 2 separate posts, but things happened!
Well I’m trying to find a euphemism for constipation, and it’s not easy. It’s been 5 days now (hence the mention of All-Bran cake in the last post) .
I thought I was going to have a another bad day today. I had some of my wife’s all-bran cake for second breakfast (One slice keeps you going all day).
It is normally fine, but this time I started to feel quite bad.