CYCLE 6 DAY 15

It’s that day, New Years Eve, when I wake up and think bacon sandwich and magically it happens, lazily. There is a superstitious tidy up and putting things in order just so that things are straight for the new year. Then it’s time for the gym as it closes at four on a bank holiday eve. So off we go to burn 774 calories and get our 10,000 steps in, Success and a warm shower to finish off. I go into 2020 in a non chemo smelly state. No sitting around feeling good about ourselves it off to the local Italian to dine. Definitely not going to make a mess in the clean kitchen before New Year. I drive home as my partner has had a glass of wine and we set to on the last tidying up.

A number of friends have already posted their New Year messages on WhatsApp. It is clear that they either think that they are going to be so rat arsed at midnight that they stand no chance of sending a sensible message, or they are already in their PJs and are intending to sip hot chocolate and go to bed early as they do not give a rat’s arse about New Year. My plan is to Hootananny with Jools and then go to bed.

I’m sick of 2019, and I’m sick of being sick in 2019. Just to remind me that I’m going to be sick in 2020 an appointment letter arrived this morning booking me in for a bone scan on the15th of January. I get to be radioactive for 24hours again, and again I bet I do not glow in the dark. Where’s the fun gone in nuclear medicine?

Happy New Year to one and all.