Another fairly good day. I went wild and tried a whole 2 pieces of thick bread for my lunchtime butty.
One of the pieces was an end crust, the other almost as thick. I was too optimistic. I got it down, with no pain, but it took 2 goes to do it. Who’s a silly boy then?
I’m still getting very tired. I went to bed twice today for a break. I don’t actually sleep, I just lie there and drowse for a while. I just hope I can get to sleep tonight.
The MacMillan nurse rang up today, so I told her how much more I could eat.
Well alright I boasted how much more I could eat. Can’t an old man have some permitted vanities?
She said she had had patients who reported eating better after only 1 or 2 weeks, hopefully this makes me one of her star pupils.
And tomorrow is my first checkup. Blood tests but no scans (I think). I’ll tell you more tomorrow.
Meanwhile I’m feeling guilty. SheWhoMustBeObeyed is running around like a scalded cat because Friday is the opening night of her drama group production, “Separate Tables” by Terence Rattigan, and I can’t do very much to help.
So as a bare minimum here’s an advert.
It’s on at the Klondyke in Levenshulme, 7:30 Friday and Saturday. I’m going if I can. I’ve got clearance from The Christie for that at least.