Day +5: Getting better all the time

It's been an eventful day today, at least for me if not on a global scale.  I decided to wake up shortly after 8 and ordered another yummy breakfast from room service.  Also delighted that my attack on yesterday's diarrhea by eating bananas and apple sauce had paid off.  Only obvious medical problem that I have now (other than what I'm here for) is that my blood pressure is insane - 197 / 104 at the last taking.  I can feel my arm bone crushing as they take it.
Susan braved the elements - rain, not snow, though it's in the forecast for Thursday - to come and visit today and it was an absolute delight.  She brought the cribbage board and a brand new pack of cards and we played several games while catching up on each other's news.  She also brought some top-up supplies of clothes, ginger ale and a jigsaw without a cute pussycat on it.  Somehow I managed to skip lunch and I must stop doing that - eating when you're really not hungry isn't much fun but it's got to be done.  I took Marvin for a couple of walks around the track.  That's him on the left of the picture - I am really attached to him though his vocab is almost as limited as Trump's. 
First shot of my Zarxio chemo this pm, delivered in the gut.  Not my favourite site.
If you ever find yourself here, do try the homemade potato chips (ie chippies) - bloody brilliant but a bit on the salt side so they need a pint of IPA to wash them down (which, in my case, I have not got).  Talking of which, it is time to finish watching "Oh What a Lovely War".  I baled out at the Battle of the Somme last night.  I bet my Dad wished he could have done the same. 

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