Of course life goes on so it's up early and send the kids off to school. Not too good a night sleep but not bad enough to make me an ogre. David is here so he transports them to school, all I have to do is a bit of ironing and make sure that they are ready on time. Not even any sandwiches for me as I am having half a day. Soon be the summer holidays, no more school run.
Got to work roughly on time. Not an easy day for me today, minds not on work, mind is anywhere but work. Look at the screen, think a little, talk to Mike in my office, push a bit of paper up and down the desk, back to the screen, must be time for tea. And so it goes on. I walk out of the back door for a little Chrissie time and end up talking to a colleague for 20 mins, this one was a listener so it was ok.
Back in to work and then a success, a fire alarm. That means 20 minutes standing at the front of County Hall talking to my friends, an excellent thing to do in the hot weather. Sometimes you wonder what half the people in County Hall do and then you think they are wondering the same about me. It is a large organisation, unwieldy and slow but it does work.
By this time I realise that there is nothing useful I can do anymore at work so I decide to go home. So I throw some abuse and leave.
Home is sort of a haven, a friendly place with no difficult questions. When I get home David and Tracey are talking, also Tracey has received more flowers, again I feel the love and just to make the love complete an old colleague of Tracey's, Annie, arrives by surprise and brings even more flowers. Annie has retired and now lives in Taunton and was born in Watchet so she knows all the places I know and Tracey loves her to bits. Its only a short visit but a very entertaining one.
As a slight aside I have a few flower pictures. I apologise to people whose flowers I have not included but I only just thought about showing them. Some of the photo quality isn't that good.
So there you, thank you Rita and Steve, Annie, Tina, our Bridgwater friends, Sharon, Gaynor, the Surgery, Lyn, Sue, Sue, Helen, mum and anybody I have missed.
Soon it was time to go, so we had lunch with David at Atworth, more ladies who lunch, and then to Bath. Although I panicked about the parking it was really very easy and in no time we were in the waiting room. As old hands we had bought something to read but was horrified to see a three and half hour wait. Luckily we were through very quickly as return customers.
The next half hour or so was hard to take in as first the surgeon who lacks people skills and the brilliant nurse Irene gave an account of what was found. I am not going to go through it as I am sure Tracey will have detailed it. Lets just say some good and some not so good.
What was interesting was that this was my first view of the scar. This isn't something that has worried me much and the scar is impressive but in no way horrible, it's just a scar. It looked much worse with the plasters on and not too bad with them off. If Tracey can live with it so can I. What was horrifying was the size of the needle that was approaching to drain off fluid from under the scar. I looked the other way as it was pushed in but was fascinated as 5 syringes of fluid were drained. A little plump pocket of flesh was deflated. This will be a regular thing for the next few weeks. And then that was that, a referral to the Oncology clinic and out. A drive through Bath and home. Another strange surreal experience.
Back home to children, a curry and football. Adam is in detention for not doing his RE homework. I think he gets it from his dad, Vaughan is supporting the Netherlands and me Uruguay. I lose.
And we slowly drift on till bedtime.
I know we have moved forward today but maybe a bit like a crab rather than a rabbit. In a few weeks we move on to phase 2.
Time for bed
(A final aside, yesterday's dragonfly is, I think, a Southern Hawker.)
Chris x
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