Firstly, Huffty and I managed the match today. We left a little early (something that I never do) but I thought it pragmatic to avoid the crush given that Chelsea were winning 4-0 and I am not at my best.
No news from North Wales where Kitten's mum is still waiting to see a proper doctor (Monday morning).
Onto matters of health....
Mine and Notoplip's joke is that you haven't had proper cancer until you have been on your hands and knees being sick and bleeding from "where the sun doesn't shine". That's the most prosaic about our rather differently phrased joke.
I am pleased to announce that I have achieved all three but not all at once. I will leave that honour to someone who is "harder" than me as I am now ready to move on, or as Kasabian would say
"Move on, You got to move on
I'm gonna get you real good
So you can shake on"
My oesophagus is feeling a little less frazzled. Another three milkshakes today and I think I will try something like soup again tomorrow.
Things are turning up now and I hope that the pathway that I am on is the pathway to recovery. I hope that the fire of the pain that I have been feeling is the fire of healing. The fire of cauterisation.
Also, no morphine today.
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