Ali. well said about the need to keep our SOH at all costs! I wondered, myself, recently whether newcomers might be put off by our levity and slightly ‘black’ humour but I’ve found it an absolute lifeline. As you say, people in the ‘real’ world (NED or otherwise) just don’t get the need to laugh at oursleves. (I’d be b****y angry if they laughed at ME tho’!!)
I had an interesting experience today, working in Foundation (reception and nursery 3 - 5 year olds). They have a role play area set up as a barbers/hairdressers and one of the children wanted to do my hair. (NB all scissors banished from this area!!) He ‘washed’ it very carefully with the hose (not attached to taps!) and ‘dried’ it with a hairdryer (flex cut) then proceded to pretend to comb it very gently (My hair, sorry ladies, is still long but now grey and tangly) He then gave me a ‘new hairstlye’ to put on. A rather tacky wig! The irony did not escape me! I’m not sure I’d have managed to go through with that bit of role play if I had said ‘yes’ to chemo !
Just spent some time on the CSL bench. 2 nights without sleeping properly - suffering with the ol’ stomach ‘explosions’ again, (a pity they’re not needed for this production!) as well as hot flushes. Tried to book my next Zoladex injection, for next week, at doctors’ on way home from work. They had no bookable appointments except with the Dr that laughed at me when I presented with worrying symptoms - (in the affected boob, as it happens, before mammogram picked up the problem). I have no idea whether it is a co-incidence, but I have lost all faith in him. Receptionist dragon told me I’ll have to ring on Monday morning at 8am (when I should be leaving for work! :() to get an appointment for that day. Grrrrr! Do they know how difficult it is to get through? Has SHE ever tried it? When you phone - anytime, a recorded message tells you to try after 9.30am - but you have to get through before 10.30 or you wont get in.
FF bench here I come! I got home and realised that I CAN’T book an appointment and turn up on the day as the Zoladex has to be ordered in at least 3 days in advance. So after a bit of a melt down, I rang up - eventually got through and explained. She managed to find an appointment for 18th December (so exactly 3 months instead of 12 weeks, but hey ho at least it’s booked), and has ordered in the injection too. That’s the morning after my 3- monthly check up with oncologist, and the week of the school christmas dinner, performance, staff ‘do’ and children’s parties. What a week!
I can tell I’m due for the next shot as the littlest thing sends me over the edge. It’s my last Ta’poxy’fen tonight before starting the new Relon pack, so heaven help me if they make me as fragile as others have reported. 
Talking of which: Anyone heard from Foxyferet? She’s gone very quiet. Hope she’s OK. Bit worried about her.
Right! Quick rehearsal of climbing escalator with chair and mummy on my back, soldiers’ fleecy jacket dance and some tuneless (in my case) carols. SOH restored. 
(that’s sense of humour not s**ing other half or stupid occupational health!)
PS You should have seen me trying to get onto and up off of a tiny chair this morning - made for 3 year olds. Strewth! it was close to the floor! - didn’t think my legs WENT down that far never mind my a**e!
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