Cancer 147

I had a bad night last night. A fever came on in the evening after a rotten day, with abdominal pains. The fever broke in the night so paracetamols did the trick. I ate very little yesterday which should be good for my diet. I still don’t want to eat. That isn’t a good sign for me, but it should help my hernia.

When I get a temperature I am supposed to ring the hospital, which would no doubt drag me in, keep me there and test me for Covid among other things. I may have mentioned before that while I can cope with most of the procedures I have suffered due to bowel cancer, Covid testing is a step too far. Rather a tube up my bottom (though there is nowhere to go now) than 6 foot of unplaned 4×2 shoved violently up my delicate nose, where it is twirled around my brain for 10 minutes. Awful. I much prefer to deal with my illnesses myself – though this time I nearly succumbed.

I need to be fit for Sunday morning when I have my latest CT scan, and Monday, when we go to Yorkshire for a two nighter – The Feathers near Helmesley as you are asking.

I am feeling a bit better now, though it is 0838 and I am still in bed, not even reading.