Happy Talking...

Yesterday, oh yesterday. How long ago thou doth seem... For some reason, ever since I went to hospital, time has been passing at half the rate of normal (damn relativity!), probably all the drugs and red plastic and firesticks and elevated cats and Happy Talking that seem to have been crossing my path of late.

But yes, it would appear that my trip to L'Opital which was supposedly yesterday but was actually in the Reniassance was a sort of waste of time because I didn't actually learn anything new. Apart from the fact that my medical notes are officially fatter than me. Officially. There's a new haemotology doctor that upon first meeting was less than impressive, but maybe it's because he's new and I'm a bit of a lunatic and he needs to get used to my confused and rather rambley overtones. He suggested anti-sickness and doubling my lansoprazole as solutions to my stomach problems, and I was like, they've triiiiiiiiiiiiedddd that before many times to no availlllll, and he still persisted in his claims, and then didn't know if I was seeing Lobo and didn't know what a doctor's statement was. He's got a lovely friendly manner, I just don't think he knows how knowledgeable I am about my illness, nor does he know my leukaemia history too well. I'm sure he could have asked Snowdon for an overview at least...

I obtained new drugs and had my blood stolen, but nothing exciting happened there. Appart from my phone going off at the exact moment the nurse shoved the needle in my arm, making her jump. Oops. Then took about ten thousand pints of blood. All the other people only had one blood request form, per usual I had enough for a small novel...

Duh, der der, dur, der der.

Der Haifisch.

"What did you do next Constanze?!?" Said all the children in their socks.

Well...

I enraged an elderly man in a wheelchair whilst waiting for an ambulance home. it was completely stupid. Another example of how some of the eldery seem to think all young people are wonderful and spritely and healthy. I arrived after him to the waiting area, yet my transport came before his. He wheeled himself over to the desk quite easily, and started asking why the young girl had gone before him. I doubt he'd have done it if I looked as ill I as, or indeed was a pensioner. He'd only got there before me because I'd gone to pharmacy by myself, instead of waiting for the staff to fetch it for me. I'm getting pretty sick of some old people's attitude to me... They sit down on the chair in Tesco next to me and tell me about all their acheing joints and health problems... You can expect such things when you're 80, but I'm 20 and far worse off than you. No one holds doors for me, no one gives up their seat for me without question... Sometimes I want to give up trying to make myself look nice, to just go out with my fluffy beginnings of hair and red eyes showing, with some massive 'I'VE GOT CANCER' badge on.

Sorry, I didn't mean to go on that rant there. Instead of ranting I shall expend all my rage rlated energy on microwaving some delicious mushroom pasta. The only problem it, it has no meat. *sigh* Kaja Kaja Goo!

And now, it is time for my vanishing. I need a moment alone with my bluetac and my hallway.

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P.s You can now also get on the sexy blog by typing www.constanzethegreat.co.uk into your internet browser. For all of you that complain that my web address is too long and hard to spell, there is now absolutely no excuse to always be on my blog. He he he. I win.

P.p.s Ner ner ner ner ner ner ner ner ner ner ner! Ner ner ner ner ner ner ner ner ner nerrrrrrrrrrrrr.

P.p.p.s They took another chimo test. Next time I go in we shall know how much SEXY BONE MARROW I have made. Mmm, yum.