Everyone wants to drill me

Good evening ladies and gents! I was going to attach a photo of a blood soaked giant plaster from my bone marrow extraction for you all to enjoy but then realised that's too disgusting, even for this blog! See, I have some standards. Limited standards. About three standards. No posting pictures of medical waste, no church on Sundays and never, ever kiss an animal no matter how tempting it may look.

But yes, hospital was yesterday for my good old bone marrow. To my surprise it wasn't Yusef doing it, it was a doctor who I know the face of but not the name. He called me in ten minutes EARLY and took me to a room that I'd never been to before (exciting, new places don't really ever happen anymore... HOLY COW I HAVE BEEN IN HOSPITAL TOO LONG WHEN A NEW ROOM IS EXCITING) but then left within 30 seconds as he didn't know what sort of bone marrow he was doing. He came back with the delightful news that I was having a double one, both liquid and solid marrow, woohoo! So, I take off my earrings for the purpose of comfort then discover I am unable to lie down because of my 25cm of giant gold hair grips and hence rest head on arm in disturbingly weird position making complete lack of comfort hence ruining the effect of removing earrings. Liquid extraction goes fine, but the solid one proves more difficult. When you break a bone or take a sample of whatever the bone that grows back is much harder and stronger... And... As we know, I've had quite a lot of bone marrows so the bone in the back of my hip is SUPER STRENGTH TITANUIM PLATED REINFORCED EXTRA HARD MARBLE COATED bone. Despite his best drilling efforts, he just couldn't get the needle in my hip bone, much to the amusement of me and the nurse (have a little rest now doctor), there he as puffing and panting away (this sounds very seedy in my head for some reason). Eventually though out came some lovely bone marrow and all was good in the world. Constanze 1, bone marrow 0.

I then asked if I could see Yusef to try and convince him that me getting a tattoo right now is a good idea and that they're in fact really healthy. He saw me straight away (yeah, rockstar service in the day ward) but the convincing didn't go quite so well. It's now made my decision even harder. I really really really want my tattoo, that's not the hard bit, it's the RISK to REWARD ratio. Yusef's opinion was basically it's not the best idea now, it never really will be (although a much better idea when I come off dasatinib but that might not be for YEARS) but if I really want to then I can. Now I am torn. Want tattoo so much yet don't want to go against King Yusef. Don't know what to do. I must attach a photo of what I'm having to my next post, someone please remind me. My name and hospital number on my arm :D I am the saddest person alive... Cancer is blithering annoying, that's what is it!

Nathan (one of the teenage young person nurse not a nurse organiser people) also popped over to get my refundable 30 quid deposit for this year's Find Your Sense Of Tumour :D That's right, I am definitely going. I also met a person who's going that I've never met before. Well, I say met, I more mean I saw him at the hot drinks fountain, walked over and said "I hear you're a person. I too am a person." to which he looked confused. My social skills are among the top in the whole country.

It's all gravy though because my back doesn't feel that bad at all, my legs are still a bit like concrete but that's nothing lots of taffee from the American shop and more BRAIN DROPS won't cure. All this wellness means I'm off to London this weekend to visit that smelly boyfriend I have and attend The Leisure Hive #1, a friend of mine's shimmering retrofuturist science fiction disco. I think that was my first ever plug on this blog, woohoo! I know what you're thinking, CONSTANZE DOESN'T DO NIGHTCLUBS. No, I don't normally, but I make exceptions when there is promise of flying saucers and ABC. I'd probably go to a prison or a war zone or even Waitrose if I heard there were flying saucers and ABC. Ok, maybe not the last one. But anyway, I should go to bed, I have to get up in the morning tomorow and shove myself on a train and see if I can have anymore fun with strangers :D More news in a few days!

Night night night evening evening evening folksies!

Constanze xXxXx