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A couple of days of being a pushy prick and I finally managed to get in touch with someone who could sort out appointments for the rest of my treatment. And the good news is that I don't have to start again. The two I have had still count, so I only have to be pricked three more times. If all goes to plan I'll be done by next Wednesday. Giving myself eleven days to recover enough to go on holiday (though I think I will still have to keep out of crowds if I don't want to be immuno-compromised).
It's a huge relief to have it sorted out and as I suddenly found myself really enjoying watching the US Office with the kids over dinner I realised how much the stress has been getting to me.
It really should be easier than this. Having cancer is stressful enough without having to fight to get through to someone who can book you in for treatment. In the early afternoon there had been a part of me thinking, maybe I just let it go and don't even try to get an appointment and let fate take its course.
I am feeling pretty much better from last week's injections now - a week on, though still having broken sleep peppered with weird thoughts - I couldn't sleep last night because my brain was insisting I needed to catalogue all the costumes and props from Time Cop, which were all beige and looked identical. My conscious brain knows that this is ridiculous and I don't have to do that, but the unconscious part wouldn't let it go and wouldn't let me sleep.
That's as close as I've got to being able to describe the weirdness. And it's still not that close.
I ate more proper food today (and put on a disgusting 0.1kg, though I am still down 5kg since last Monday) and got a bit of work done. The good news for the Richard Herring chemo diet is that I should lose my appetite again next week and really drop some weight!
This morning I managed to do a remote interview with Harry Shearer and Tom Leopold. They had been pegged to do one of the early July live RHLSTPs that I'd had to cancel, so it was great I didn't miss out entirely. Though they didn't have their camera on on the zoom call, so it was even harder to judge where to speak than a regular remote chat. I was always going to mainly let them talk and we got some good stuff and what incredible careers they have both had - Harry has been acting in movies and TV for 73 years which seems impossible.
With the heat as well as me still not quite being back to full strength I know I have to pace myself, and I didn't do a Newsround today.
I risked hanging out with the kids a bit more than I have been and watched the first half of the football with Phoebe. I was going to go to bed at half time, but from upstairs the noise from the local pub was too loud to let me sleep. Annoyingly their TV was about 50 seconds ahead of mine and I knew if anything exciting or terrible was coming up and more importantly could tell from the disappointed silence that nothing exciting was coming up.
Out of all advancements, the lack of sync between TVs and computers when watching a live event is the worst thing that has happened to us.
