10.5.14

Its me again. Mrs Moanalot.
I have a headache. Im dizzy. Im fidgety. Im fed up!
I was gonna go and visit Chris today, but Im not up to it! Its days like this that make chemo day worse, cos you know you're not gonna recover much before the next one.
Ive taken the dogs for a short walk. And thats about it!
Ive watched Masterchef, and other similar programmes. Fantasy homes by the sea.
And the hours are getting less until chemo 8. Two thirds of the way through.
Why does that not make me feel happy?
Im sure it'll go quick, so stop harping on about it!
Well its like world war 3 here today.
I gave the dogs a bone each!!!!
The Dangerous Dogs Act is changing this month and you can be prosecuted if your dog is out of control in your own home and garden as well as in public. Out of control is not just your dog biting someone, its even if the person feels threatened by your dog jumping up.
Oh bejaysus!
Im gonna have to tie my girls legs together. They have been encouraged by the public to jump up cos they're such sweet little girlies. Now if they jump up, i could be prosecuted.
So to watch them chewing on their bones, and Dottie getting narky at Ruby if she goes to close, i have 2 out of control vicious monsters.
But for now, I'm outta here!
The TV is calling.
Do you wanna know something strange? Chemo changes you. It changes so many things about you from your courage, to your taste in food. But it also changes your taste in TV programmes.
Either that or your intelligence.
Ive just turned over to BBC1 and Graham Norton - Eurovision.
Its either the chemo or I'm coming out of the closet!
So from Copenhagen - nil points.