22.5.14

Ratty man's been.
One of the traps under the kitchen cupboards had gone off last thursday.
It took ratty man quite a while to ascertain it was a juvenile rat. Where there are super rats these days, there are also super mice, and this 'animal' was either a large mouse or a small rat.
Diagnosis - Juvenile rat. I wonder if it was the tagging device on his ankle that makes it a juvenile? A rat with an ASBO!
So he's been removed - i presume its a he. If it were a she, she would have cleaned up the droppings under the cupboards! More traps set, more bait in the drains, and a request for a camera to be inserted to check for access for rats.
Im so pleased its not a mouse. I don't like killing anything, but any animal who can make my kitchen stink like a gents toilet (or even worse!!), and can run across my ceiling and make it sound like a herd of bison, deserves to be dispatched. Its my house, not yours!!
Well i had an awful night!
Here she goes, moaning again!
The rain was sooooo bad last night that a car alarm went off at 1.15am ish. Not sure if it was mine, or the car over the road. Either way, it woke me, and my arm was niggling so i couldn't go back to sleep. I feel like I've been awake all night, but I'm sure thats not the case. And today of all days, when i have many plans.
Im waiting for a visitor. Tracy an old school friend.
Look at these corkers. And she brought some lemon muffins.

Again, gassing non stop. Lovely to see her. She's so bright and breezy and always cheers me up.

On your marks, get set, go.

Lung function tests with Deben. He's a sweetie. They aren't much different from my last ones, so thats good news.

Lunch at the boat house in Poole Park with Linda. Its obligatory these days. If we go out for an appointment, somewhere, food is involved. We shared a cheese and red onion sandwich and fish finger and tartar sauce sandwich and thick cut chips. It was amazing. So good. Then a slow walk back to the hospital.

I found it very difficult. Huffing and puffing and by the time i got back to the department, my pulse was 126!

Saw the cardiologist. I won't mention his name because he was a little embarrassed!

He was lovely. Very friendly, and obviously knew what he was talking about.

He asked me to remove my top! I apologised for looking like a beached whale. Im so bloated all the time, it looks so wrong. He reached for a gown for me so he could get proper access.

'I don't think this is big enough for you!'

'What an insult,' i replied.

Oh bless his heart, he was mortified. He explained he hadn't meant it like that. 

I laughed so much. He realised i wasn't offended, but he was so embarrassed. It set the appointment off in that vein, excuse the pun, and it continued. 

Echocardiogram and ECG. Not such good news. 

It seems i have a problem with my left ventricle. I either had a problem before chemo, which i don't think so, or the doxarubicin has given me a problem.

I asked, 'on a scale of 1 to 10, 10 being if i only have a few breaths left, where would you put me?'

After a grin about my 'few breaths' comment, he replied 3-4, which isn't good really.

I start on ACE inhibitors tomorrow which I'm hoping will make me feel a bit better.

You never know, i may need to stop the chemo early!!!!

I will find out more tomorrow when Dr Jack rings me.

Anyway I'm having a relaxing evening in front of the TV with the girls this evening, as opposed to my usual high energy evenings!

So i will wish you a good evening.