So – got an email from Prof's PA earlier, asking me to come for my apointment on 3rd March rather than the 11th. Given that they have my recent blood results already, my immediate thoughts were all around 'is something uregntly wrong or is it just his diary that's moved or are they calling me as – unkown to them – that's actually the day we land back from holiday?'
So – I bottled it and got Mr H to give Linda a call, having also had to have the 'if there is something wrong you have to tell me, don't go saying the results are fine if actually they're not, just so it doesn't spoil the holiday' conversation with him, poor boy.
And massive phew – PP level has only gone up another 8% this time, so is in the low 6s now. As ever, always bloody upwards but it is at least kindly slow in its return and increase. Very (very) grateful for that. A couple of other indicators also seem to be rising but nothing's massively skewed, so much better than the alternative (well, at least until Prof explains what they hell the things that are a bit off translate to).
But – I now have to go to Parkside tomorrow for an MRI on my shoulder (which of course doesn't hurt at all today, probably because I've been horizontally glued to the sofa since the gym and dog walk this morning. apart from testing out all our snorkels and masks in the bath earlier but that's another story – and a sight that quite frankly I'm very glad only Scrumpy got to share) and while I'm there why not go for a full skeletal survey as well, ah yes what a good idea… That's where they x ray your entire body to check for lytic lesions and bone damage – so can't wait to land from hols and hear what Prof has to say about that little lot. Hopefully a big fat nothing, but I'll let you know on the 3rd..
Add on taking Swighty to St Helier hospital for her torn achilles appointment ('can I be her cripple cab?' as she so charmingly put it) tomorrow will be a host of hospitals – better make sure the IPad is charged and I've got some chunks of cheering cheese in my handbag. I can really feel some crisps coming on too – well, it's been 6 weeks and MAN ARE THEY GONNA TASTE GOOD x