A Last Day of Insanity

A Last Day of Insanity

I start chemo at 8 a.m. tomorrow so today involved some last minute stupidity.  I'm supposed to get exercise to stop me feeling tired (they really expect me to believe that?) so I refereed three games at a soccer tournament yesterday and three more today.  I'm too miserly to buy a pedometer / Fitbit so I can only guess at how far I walk, jog, sprint, run backwards during a soccer game but it's not unreasonable to say that, as I don't really stand still much for the duration, I cover maybe 3 miles in a 1 hour game.  So now my legs ache and the muscles in them are slowly tying themselves in knots.
The no-alcohol beer regime starts tomorrow and I plan to start tonight as turning up at the hospital with a hangover is generally frowned upon.  I have visions of having something like a football pump of bubbling green acid shot into my belly so I'm sure reality will be better.
I'm not allowed processed meat at all (I think it's because all our processed meat companies are now owned by China and so are categorised as purveyors of hazardous chemicals).  So I have pigged out on ham, what purported to be turkey and Susan and Sam have slaved for the last hour or so making a sausage lasagna totally from scratch.  OK, they didn't go and kill a pig but Susan did make the pasta sheets from eggs and flour and stuff.  Pretty sure I can muster an appetite for that.
My day is going to start with 10 steroid tablets so I should feel pretty good for a while - buggers up my chances in the Tour de France, I suppose - and a hearty breakfast.  Then Susan will drive me up to town for my first chemo dose after which I have been warned I will feel various shades of bloody awful though I have been told I am unlikely to go bald.  I just hope I manage to control myself enough that I don't say what Georgia said while she was giving birth to Siouxzan.  One other side effect I have been warned about is that I am likely to get moody / cantankerous / more obnoxious than usual.  In an attempt to minimise the effect on other people, I am going to try to lessen the impact by listing things that piss me off here.  (That's a clickable link now, I fink).
Sheesh - I'm absolutely buggered - I wonder if I can stay awake long enough to watch Downton Abbey tonight. 

Comments

  1. PamFebruary 9, 2016 at 5:58 AM

    I could tell you how downtown ends....one to add to your pissed of list

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  2. NonieFebruary 18, 2016 at 5:37 AM

    Can you add to your pissed off list - have to create google account to access blogspot.

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    1. NonieFebruary 18, 2016 at 5:37 AM

      Sincerely, Your favourite eldest daughter AKA "Unknown"

      Delete
    2. NonieFebruary 18, 2016 at 5:38 AM

      Ooooh, now I'm Mermaid7373...

      Delete
    3. PamFebruary 18, 2016 at 8:39 AM

      I had the same prob....can't remember how I solved it ....mermaid7373 is quite nice though!

      Delete
    4. The John MycroftFebruary 23, 2016 at 6:58 PM

      Lots of things piss me off about Google, especially their half-arsed "docs" which seem to be able to do everything except what you want to do.

      Delete

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