Friday night now, and no phone call. Yes I know perfectly well I’m being unreasonable in expecting one. Dr Y implied next week was a far more likely time.
But I don’t feel reasonable. I’m the one with a monster chewing away steadily at my insides, and I think about it every hour of every day.
I laid out my stuff for hospital as well, so if I get a call I can just pick up a bag and go. Two books as well, although whether I’ll want to read, I just don’t know. I was going to get my hair cut (I don’t want people mistaking me for Boris Johnson , or even Donald Trump), but now I wonder if it’s worth it, after all if it’s going to fall out anyway then why bother.
Just one crying session today, and I tried cockaleakie soup with extra leeks and baked beans and it worked.
I tried some salad stuff as well, a chunk of what I still think of as Feldsalat, but everyone else calls Lambs’ Lettuce, or maybe it’s Lamb’s Lettuce (depends how many lambs there are). However you spell it, it didn’t seem to cause any trouble, so next time maybe I can eat more.