They warned me there would be days like this. By they I mean the medical people. Here we are half way through the third lot of chemotherapy and I have the dreaded constipation and have it bad. Despite eating copious amounts of licorice I can't make the old bowels move and it also seems to be affecting my ability to wee as well. This is not unexpected but it does not make it any more pleasant.
Altogether it has not been a very good day. Though I did go for my paper today, I definitely was walking more slowly. The weather was nice but I found sitting out in it very tiring. Add in a bit of nausea and you get the picture. I am sorry if this does not sound brilliant but part of the idea of this blog was to let folk know how I feel and don't worry I am not giving up.
On a positive note, the Police rang to apologise for not turning up the other day and to the guy's credit offered no excuses. An appointment has been arranged for tomorrow. The car insurance rang to say there should be no delay in repairing our vehicle subject to availability of parts and the surgery rang to say the insurance claim form was ready for collection. I also took a nice call from a bloke in Glasgow called Alan Lapsley who has been through all of this and offered some wise words of encouragement.
Things will get better.
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