An Unfortunate and Annoying Extension...

Oh, the joys of life. Doctors said I would be out by the start of this week, then the end of this week, and this morning the settled on the end of next week. YAY. Now this is annoying. They just keep findng tests to do and specialists to call... The drugs for the Leukaemia are working well, my counts are up, so if it was just the Leukaemia I could be home and having fun. But my legs and my eyes they are not happy with. Despite putting me through agony in all those tests on my legs, they still can't decide anything for bloody certain. My eyes are worse, I have high pressure in my head, and they have absolutely no clue whatsoever about those...

The best thing was abou 5pm today a nurse ran in and said "You did go for you eye scan, didn't you". No. I'd heard nothing about it. No one had been sent to fetch me or anything. I'll be here for all fucking eternity at this rate!

Hopefully thy might let me out during the ay when James is here though, for a day or two. I'm not holding my hopes up though. I mean, even if they say yes, I need a wheelchair, and we all know how awkward the NHS bloody is. By the time they actually give me one there'll be no point in even going out.

I really shouldn't be writing a post now, I feel very grumpy. I was in a very good mood all day until my stomach started hurting with hunger because lunch was inedible per usual. I now weigh 9 stone 7. I last weighed that at primary school.

Many fun things have happened, I would like to point out! There have been very few of the above doom and gloom incidents, I'm just feeling miserable and in lots of pain and mongy. The Magdalen physicists were reunited, which was lovely. Gorkem is so sweet, he got me jaffa cakes, alphabet letters and lucozade sweets. Some people know me too well... And Eleanor brought her air of cool into the ward, and Perch provided the usual eye candy for the ladies!

Blood pressure time! I hope have some, it is very important for being alive. I do! Win. I also have a pulse, and a temprature. A normal one, that is. Like all of you. Unless you is my gran, in which case I imagine they're all mental. The machine just said my pulse was over 200 before it decided it had lied...

CRAP. Food is here. I have to go and see how many mouthfuls I can get in before my body starts hitting reject... Fun times!

Laterz.