26.11.14

My first night duty of the week, and time to tell you all my news of the week!
I had my bloods done on monday by the lovely Kelly. She never has any problems taking my blood, but then nor does anyone else. I have veins like macaroni! No cheese tho!
Well...... 'sharp prick', she said and i hardly felt a thing.
We waited for the blood to trickle down the tube.
Nothing.
She wiggled the needle a little and very slowly it came. Obviously not happy at leaving its nice warm home. Eventually, after my arm was emptied of any of the red fluid, the bottles were filled and i was released from the strange seat i was sitting in. You feel like you're gonna slide off, it tilts forward slightly.
It was strange having it done. Its something I've done every fortnight for 6 months, the day before chemo. Its always had a negative feeling, this one wasn't quite as bad, but in reality this should be worse. It is the answer to those all important questions.
'Am i still in remission?'
'Do i have cancer?'
Friday i get the answers.
The rest of the week has been spent tidying, organising and the odd bit of shopping. I do like a bit of shopping!!
Today i had a bit of excitement.
The doorbell rang about 5.30 sending the dogs into a frenzy. I barely opened the door so the hounds didn't escape. I knew what it was before i even opened it. Another charity!!!
'Hello,' said a very smart young man. He tried to crack a joke about him not being that bad! I didn't laugh!
Im here on behalf of Great Ormond Street Hospital.
I replied, 'Sorry I'm not interested.'
He could see how difficult it was with the dogs howling.
He leant forward and thrust some pictures of sick babies. 'Great Ormond Street Hospital for sick children.'
I replied. 'Im not interested.'
I could not believe my ears what was said next.
To be continued in next weeks blog........
No, only joking. Would i do that to you?
His reply, 'Not interested in saving children's lives. Oh ok then.' And he very briskly walked off with me shouting, 'Excuse me?????'
I was bubbling with rage.
Im gonna find out who is doing the fundraising and phone up. Im gonna chase him down the road and tell him what i think.
I was actually in the middle of eating my dinner, that stopped me running down the road after him. Oh yes, and Sam saying, 'Don't bother', in a very disinterested way.
I swear smoke could be seen coming out of my ears.
The door bell rang!!!!!!!!
I knew who it was.
'Im so sorry for what i said, i really apologise. I should never had said it. Ive had a really bad day.......blah blah blah'
He could do no more (which is the second time I've said a similar line today).
I smiled sweetly and told him not to worry about it.
Actually the line which I've heard for the second time today, is 'i could do no more', which is a line from Tess of the D'Urbervilles by Thomas Hardy, the film of course, not the book. I saw the film whilst i was training as a nurse and that line stuck with me. Said in a deepest darkest Dorset accent.
I don't know why i told you this. Maybe to make you think i am a literary wonder. Someone cultured!
It was a flipping good film and a flipping good book.