Wholly shit!!

The two things my dear friend Ruth at Cancer Care obsesses about are my bowels and how many times I have fallen over.  At least I'll have something to tell her next week.  I have spent the last couple of days crapping through a straw, as they say where I come from, which is odd as I actually get a week off the chemo this week.  So, my ever-loving and long-suffering Susan rushed out to CVS and bought a packet of Loperamide HCl.  Immediate result was pretty much nothing on the innards front but I slept 18 hours or so yesterday and, while I didn't fall over at all, my progress from point A to point B had a certain similarity to the path of a ball on a pin table as I bounced off doorways and grabbed at furniture.  My innate hypochondriac informed me that I was entering some vile second phase of my cancer and that I'd be lucky to see the week out.  Susan, on the other hand, read the info leaflet that came with the pills and it informed her that side-effects include drowsiness (understatement!) and dizziness.  As they'd had virtually no other effect than the drowsiness and dizziness, I decided to do without.  There's also a nasty little notice on the box that says that, while the company who owns the patent puts their name on the box, they don't actually make the pills - they don't tell you who does or where they're made which really does remove any confidence I may have had in them.  Visions of some Chinese sweat shop with all the hygiene of an open sewer flit before me.  I can't say I'll miss trying to get the bloody pills out of their armored packages, either.
So, the wondrous Susan trotted back to CVS for a more traditional remedy - something like vanilla flavoured sloppy Polyfilla - which has done the job.  I will not be posting photos later.