Wow…I woke up this morning with not an iota of saliva in my mouth. It pretty much confirms the continuing destruction of my salivary glands. Trying to find drinks during the day to make up for the lack of moisture – water is so horrible now. Have been told that fizzy water might be better. Must get Ali on to that. After quite an uncomfortable morning and early afternoon towards treatment – really bad stomach for some reason – I find myself going to bed, tired, dry but in reasonably fine fettle. Managed to push to one side some of the anxieties of the week thus far and concentrate on getting things done. Tomorrow they have given me another really late session at 1630 so return home will be a nightmare. Might turn up early and see if I can jump the queue – so unlike me but one must look after oneself.
I have had a number of comments left recently, thank you. My choice of steak and kidney pudding (note pudding not pie) seems to have struck a cord of both support and disgust – nothing wrong with good honest, and cheap, offal. Tonight’s fair was from Jenny Marshall from the SS – a fabulous tagine. I had to let it down with liquid to help me eat it but I would suggest if you are ever offered a meal around her house then say yes as it was just so yummy. Could someone check the chair at my desk tomorrow as Eddom has been at it – 1. Has he broken it? 2. Is my bum groove still discernible? 3. Are there any sweets left in the jar? 4. He better not have tidied up my beautiful mess.
Clearly feeling a bit emotional today as I almost cried, not at 11/11 as one would expect, but rather to Avengers Assemble when Captain America asks Hulk to ‘smash’…..clearly all this treatment is screwing with me. Batman on the agenda for tomorrow so I bet I am a blubbering mess. Perhaps I am just one of these ‘new’ men. Either that or turning into a ‘Sheldon’.