Tuesday, 9 December 2014
This is Sid's shoe repairs and key cutters on the Fulham palace Road. I have a soft spot for it - I pass every time I go to Oncology at Charing Cross Hospital. His cobblers have entered into the Christmas spirit.
This month my blood test didn't go very well - I'll know for sure next month how bad it is.
I only made it because Robyn woke me up at 6am by banging cooking pots together next to my ears. At 7am she had to stick pins under my finger nails.
I made it in ok...but it was a struggle. My first full day on my feet in three weeks.
Then they didn't like my chest at all and I was lucky enough to be seen by a doctor and given a chest X-ray there and then - well it took all day but I'm not grumbling.
Luckily for me it isn't pneumonia and the cancer hasn't popped up in my lungs yet - both possibles.
So now it's third time round for the antibiotics at double the dose. They'd better work soon, I need to get some fun out of this month.
These are armchairs made out of Christmas baubles - well why not?
Which was my view when I got back to Hounslow West, half dead and completely out of it. I bought a bag of the unhealthiest Indian snacks I could find in the wonderful shops near the station.
(a don't stop till you drop production)
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