Day 20

Well nearly 4 weeks down and 2 to go. Thursday I had my bloods done again, (I know, it comes round so quickly every Thursday).

So same nurse as last time and I explained to her I do not like plasters, so what does she try and do? Put a plaster on it!! When I reminded her of our conversation last week she remembered and said ‘I’ll put some tape over it.’ Eh No! Please, no flaming sticky substances on my arms after taking bloods, I will apply pressure to stem the flow myself.

After bloods I went for the radiotherapy treatment and after taking the chemo tablets I sat around for an hour. The nurse eventually came out with a gown and says ‘get changed.’ I replied ‘what, for my head?’ He looked non plussed to say the least. He asks me to follow him so I did. Then he says ‘no, go through to the changing room and I will meet you on the other side of the door.’ Talk about confusing.

I have been told I sound like a British comedian called Jonny Vegas, (I was born first so technically he sounds like me. Is there any copyright for impersonation of my voice? Anyway for non-UK citizens, here’s a breakdown of my Northern terminology for what words I use to describe relatives and friends:

1) My wife is our lass

2) My children (son and daughter) are the bairns

3) My mother in law is the outlaw (respect to her love her to bits).

4) My siblings I.e sister, brother and sister in laws are sis, bro, bruv.

5) My friends are mate, mucka and oppo.

It is a fallacy we all speak like the Queen on this sceptered isle. I like to think that Her Majesty only speaks like that on the TV and in Windsor to fit in with the twin set and pearl society. I hear in Buckingham Palace she speaks Cockney like all Londoners and has a lovely Lincolnshire brogue when at Sandringham and rumour has it Glaswegian when at Balmoral.

She has been known to pass off as coming from Penzance when ordering an oggie visiting Charles down in Cornwall. Lol, I believe it keeps her real with her subjects.

On a different train of thought, I’ve been thinking, who would like to invite to a dinner party? You plus 7 others from any point in history discussing anything and everything.

My choices are our lass (without whom I would have thrown my cards in ages ago thank you Ali). My muse and inspiration always.

Kate Bush, our lass loves her music so would be interested to know where she gets her musical influence from.

Owney Madden (English Godfather of the Mafia) ran the Cotton Club in the early part of the 20 century. Fascinating man.

Leonardo Da Vinci (genius) enough said.

Niccolo Machiavelli (mover and shaker of Renaissance politics also born same day as me but slightly before my time.

Sandra Bullock (actress) I like her films, she appears to be down to earth so it would be nice to gain understanding of the film industry from the inside.

Sandie Toksvig (comedian, intelligentsia and mercurial), questions everything or so it appears so it would be nice to chat with her.

Please let me know your party guests, it would be interesting to read some of them and your reasons why.

I did want to include my inner support network but that would have ended up with more than the last supper and we know how that finished.

Anyway, yesterday I went to a Scarecrow Festival so I’ll be sure to write about this on my next blog post.

Hope you’re having a good weekend fellow warriors and support crew.