h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

gosh. over. the end. err. oh. err. err... gosh.

Carried the death mask home with us on the bus.

Oh hunny It's been like watching you literally use the infinite improbability drive.

Mol

My brain is still using it. I'm not sure... I know how to make it stop now, or even if its capible of stopping... - 'normality', or whatever I used to occupy in place of 'normality' may not actually be obtainible anymore to me; not sure why.... - possibly psychiological or, maybe actual dammage from chemo to brain, and from stroke/haemorridge etc. - but... its a little early to say for sure I think.

and. TBH. in some ways. all I've really done.... is fully.... release the inner me. - there was always a more insane, weird version of me, just needing an oppertunity to express herself, or hiself, or itself.


I had a dream my teddy bear Bee died, the last few nights. - luckily she hadn't; turns out she's been having a lesbien affair with my other main teddybear, ladybird. - so William told me.

Hmm. i'm going to the p pub; need the oestrogens from beer, to try stabelise my menapause symtpoms

Phew! Glad to hear that it's all over* and hopefully you can relax and maybe get some sleep.

*bar the obligatory 'follow up' appointments.

Cool old Guy calculating 15/15 == 1
"Sure you are ?

To be honest you sound a little . . . sad . . . well maybe more disappointed.

Hope it is just some tiredness and stiffness in your fingers, not a mental sound.

The chemo came dripping out of your pores. Still curious if you are now glowing with 30 candela

The cuddles started a life of their own, good work. ( is dotted with windows and has bee like wings, )"

I hung my mask on the wall with a pair of old sunglasses stuck onto to it. But after about eight years it turned brittle and cracked when I handled it.

Yay!! Hope the subsequent tests prove it's all over now.

Hopefully.... but.. .if not.. then once more into the obligatory rounds of chemo and radiation I guess, only with added bone marrow transplantation the seoncd time, judging by what my main oncology Dr says.

Three hospital letters arrived today.

One from the radiology Dr so badly written it might as well not be in English; hopfully the endocrinology Prof can understand his unacceptible grammer.

another moving an endo appointment.

and another from the endochrinology prof, asking me to arrange for ten zillion blood tests for just about every hormone known to man.... and woman

hmm. though notible by the abscence of ADH; which probably means that as yet, the missing letter from jan 27 hasn't yet matterialised on the endocrinologists desk excellent.

If only they could communicate.... to each other as well as to their patients... life might b e bearable.

Still awaiting proper test for addisont'/secondary addison's disease. they still not done that in four months of first saying I had it, and putting me on drugs for it.

SIADH still not being treatmeed, and now looks like endocrinology don't even know I've got it.

MRI coming up to examine Pituitary should be useful though, as will the new, more indepth hormone tests;

from memory.... htey wanna test;

LH.
FSH.
TSH.
GH (insulin like growth factor? can't quite recall).
and, T3, T4, and TSH,

This isn't the end.... its not even the end of teh beginning.

I've so much more weird left to uncover. clearly. I'm just so fed up with it all, and their continued inability to do logic.

Must try arrange about ten zillion appointments with GP; to ask him to follow stuff up.

Still not had reply from cancer specialist nurse, from letter/E-mail we wrote, err, a couple weeks back now.
still no follow up to chemo side affects.
Still no one told me if I had a stroke, haemoridge in my brain, january, or not
upcoming CT at some piont, for follow up to January 27th discharge letter request for a follow up CT scan; but, not convinced they really need it; but Dr in radiology clearly understands English about as well as he writes it. none. whatsoever. - scans must already exist to show that information, I just need someone to say, for certain, they've looked at it, in light of the Jan 27 letter and the scan that pertained too.


Buit.... I'm still reserveing the ultimate yelling loudly at them until I've explained it to them, again and again, for at least 3 years. Its not their fault most of them are so dam stupid.

Sat on the sofa today, listened to Kraftwerk TransEurope Express, wearing the radiation deathmask. tripped out. maan. and just about fell asleep ton of stuff to do today. William just showereing.

then must pay duty on this undelivered package from Sweden. then return the blouse to Amazon then out to do a little shopping I think. and... housework and stuff