Go Lou! Need a hand? - I do a good Lady Macbeth-in waiting understudy! Am raring to go today, 'cos it is now very blatantly obvious. It is official. I AM CURSED. THERE ARE ALIENS WATCHING ME, WAITING TO TAKE ME TO OPERATE AND EXPERIMENT. I DEFINITELY WAS JACK THE RIPPER … AND MORE!
Went for 3rd chemo today, well … I say went … endeavoured I think is the word. All going well to start. Car only took ten minutes to start today. Getting near to Stratford (to park car before underground journey), when every police car, ambulance, fire engine and all their brothers were trying to get in my boot.
Don’t you just hate the noise of those sirens - when you know they’re coming, but can’t see them, then - suddenly - in a flash, they’re all around you and everybody’s moved out of the way except for you! So, I get’s to the station, just as the yellow and black ‘incident tape’ is strung across the western bound central line, i.e. mine. Yes, some bloody, inconsiderate, ignaramous had committed hari-kari two minutes before I was due to get on MY train, from MY platform, taking ME to MY chemo session. Hence overhead train to Liverpool Street and a brisk walk ensued.
Whilst there, I also intended to collect some travel expenses - what? Yeah, course office was shut. Plus, was due to collect NHS wig - “Will you just trust me with the colour?” said the lady over the 'phone after I’d told her I was a light, natural blonde - sigh - no, bigger sigh than that … I think iron grey filings with intermittent vomit would justify it. So - naturally - she’s on her hollies now 'til end of April.
And then just to top it off, I get to the chemo suite(?)- who gave it that name?, and the two mongs who were next to me last time making up the crossword answers at the top of their voices were 2 feet away - again.
Give me your address, Lou - NOW - you might want to warn that lady over the back to you, it’s only fair …