Tuesday and I am up early to make warm drinks and answer the door to the Screwfix man who is delivering shelf brackets so I can mend the laundry room shelve that collapsed yesterday. With my hot water taken I get up and start to prepare the area for the repair work while my partner cooks me a bacon sandwich. With breakfast and morning meds done I check my phone and there is a text message telling me to watch a load of pre chemo videos. I follow the link but it is unobtainable, so I use the nhs App to find them and then watch them. No surprises, its the same old drill and terrors as it was before, using quaint graphic figures doesn’t make it any better. On returning to the text after my viewing I note that my pre chemo nurses interview (by phone of course) is scheduled for Tuesday the 23rd of December. So I was right I am being pushed into post Christmas treatment, not what I wanted but I guess unless they plan to start me on Christmas Eve its going to be post Christmas and probably in the New Year. At least I know now and plan accordingly.

I now await the arrival of the wood screws I ordered to repair the laundry shelf but as I do so I start to draft the blog and make plans for Christmas. All goes well, I finally finish my Christmas wrapping and my screws arrive. I spend careful geometric time screwing my new shelf supports in place and clearing away my tools. A quick journey to the post office sees a parcel winging its way to Sweden and an investigation into a missing letter. When I get home I spend ages making a claim against the post office and sending a holding email to a car parking firm. All this before tea.

The evening is mindless recovery with a lot of TV, and crosswords until finally I down my night meds, put the bins out with huge amounts of extra cardboard, finish drafting the blog and going to bed. Tomorrow is “ring the onco boys and girls” so that should take a while.

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