I have morphed into a waiting room. I feel like I am flailing about in an unfurling corridor crammed with a progression of interlinked waiting rooms. The actual waiting rooms – hospital/GP where I can easily recognise what I am waiting for. Then there is everywhere else, wherever I am…..Waiting…waiting for chemo…waiting for chemo to be over…waiting to get over each round…waiting for any positive words from the doctors…waiting for scans…results…what next? So…here I am waiting in the waiting room (on this occasion) to see if round 4 on Tuesday is better than the last…Never a dull moment!
That said I am nearly up to date with household duties…Fridge is full, freezers are at capacity (including my newly delivered home made batch of chicken soup!), washing is done, huge pile of ironing is done, 2014 diary is on order and, most importantly, I think I am now finally sleeping less than the cats!
Eyes are functioning so I will return to peruse a gift I was recently sent “Cheerful thoughts for the robust, the ragged and the recuperating”! That’s me!