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| well apologies to any new readers who may have read my previous entry but I do like to keep everyone informed on my bowel movements. And just so they don't miss out on todays news, I'm shitting fucking molten lava at the minute, absolute agony, always happens at roughly the same time after chemo. I think it's the chemicals being shat out but whatever it is it fucking KNACKS. Haven't done much today, just another walk in the park followed by a large strawberry slush puppy which stained all my mouth. It was another gorgeous day, loved looking out at the scenery. I've developed a fucking big bruise on my arm from the failed canula insertion, so painful at the time and rather painful now. Had a topper haircut today, made extra effort to go through to sav's barbers in hayes. They do a corking haircut, they trim your eyebrows and get the hairs off your eyes with burning cotton wool, really top haircut and the fella only asked if I came in regular and that was the extent of his chat so he got a 3 quid tip, partially for the cut and partially for the lack of chat. Going to pop out to a wee village called Westerham tomorrow, it's a lovely wee place, we're gonna strolll through the antiques shops and then have a top pizza at this lovely Italian we found last time we were through. To any readers of the Sunday Sun, I'm not terminally ill yet, despite what the article said. there's a big difference between 'inoperable' and 'terminal'. And fuck knows why they picked that photo, of me, absolutely fucking dreadful, I look like I'm lying in state. Anyway, I'm off to watch Dracula, great film only spoiled by Keanu Reeves usual dreadful performance, but I love the fact it goes back to the original story and keeps it as a love story. Always get a bit teary at the end. But I'm such a jessy you should expect that. 'Take me away from all this pain and death' - I know how you feel winona love. | ||
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