I wake on this Wednesday after a late night watching The Scent of a Woman, one of Al Pacino’s better films. In an interview after making the film he found he had defocused his eyes for so long that he could not see the front row of any audience for weeks after filming. Any way my partner brings me hot water which I get down me and then get up.

My partner returns from the village pharmacy and tells me that they cannot get my 28 day injection, they do not have it in stock and their supplier has none either. They suggest I ring the doctor and get a separate prescription and then hunt around pharmacies to find my drugs. I ring some big pharmacies and get told the same thing so I ring my doctors surgery and explain my situation. They say they will ring back. I carry on ringing pharmacies. A short while later the surgery rings back and tells me that there is a prescription for me to pick. I walk down to collect it. I am tired of ringing chemists to get the same response so I put some washing in and retreat to the writing Shed where I repackage the usb stick that never made it through Swedish customs for lack of a customs declaration.

I take a short walk to the post office and send the USB stick of to Stockholm again and then return to the Shed to write a letter and hang my washing out. Time has moved on by the time the letter is finished so I close up the Shed, take in my washing and start once again to look for pharmacies on line that might have my injection. I am not panicking because I have one in hand, but it makes me realise how vulnerable I am. I eventually find an online pharmacy that says it has the drug in stock so I go through all the hoops and pay a mailing fee to have it sent to me. My sense of achievement is short lived as when I get the pharmacies e-mail they say they need me to send the original prescription to them by post before they can send the drug to me. No way will my prescription get to the in time for them to send the injection for Monday. So I am back to square one. I’ve spent considerable time today chasing my drugs. Only by good fortune do I happen to have one in hand otherwise I would be fucked.

I cook my tea and watch a quarter final of the women’s European football. Italy beat Norway. I start to watch a film but abandon it to draft the blog, take my night meds and get ready for bed. Tomorrow I might be traveling, but have yet to make up my mind. At least the first sun flower has come out in bloom.

Its been one of those days that my cancer has found a way to side track me for much of the day. Chasing around pharmacies is not a helpful thing to be doing right now. Its just another example of how the management of my cancer can take new twists and turns. Its not traumatic just bloody irritating.