The waiting game

I’m playing the waiting game at the moment. While the surgery to my mouth seems to have removed a large part of the ‘carcinoma‘, this isn’t the end of things. On Wednesday I have a follow-up appointment where I hope to either get the all clear or at least know what the next steps are….

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Hospital Waiting Rooms

Sitting in the waiting room at King’s College Hospital in London, and observing my surroundings, I am amused, but not surprisingly reassured that all hospital waiting rooms are basically the same. Whenever you spend time in a waiting room you will find Rows of uncomfortable chairs bolted to the floor. A badly behaved child, accompanied…

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Sundays

Its Sunday afternoon, its cooler than expected. I have a pre-op assessment tomorrow. I feel lonely. Something that strikes me as odd though is that I dont want to be around people. In fact having to deal with people tomorrow concerns me. I know I’ll be fine, and that work in the morning will be…

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Eyes down for the 8:08 to London Bridge.

As a disabled passenger on public transport, with a hidden disability, it’s interesting to note the number of “funny looks” you get. It makes me uncomfortable when I consider where the highest number of this looks come from.

Some Relief

After a morning of phone around several medical professionals and being on-hold with a variety of booking lines I now have my dates for the cancer tests. The 4th October I can tell you that I feel a sense of relief that they are actually booked. Hopefully, I can then get some antibiotics to deal…

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Hitting a bad patch

I’m struggling to write this post, I just don’t have the emotional energy, but I’m forcing myself. I had a few bad days last week, I assumed it was ‘just a blip’, they happy, and that’s OK. I can deal with that. But, the last few days have been hard work. I went home to…

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Travelling North!

Today started early as I’m travelling north to surprise my Mother for her birthday. She thinks that I’ve forgotten. As my folks have a routine that operates like clockwork, I’ve decided to pop up in her favorite coffee shop. Hopefully she’ll notice the large, shaven headed, man sat with his back to the door, that…

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