Day +9: Lack Of Inspiration.

And so the desert stretches on for miles and miles with little if any change. That's a bit how it feels here right now. As I began to think about what to write today I realised nothing had changed. Still got a low grade fever, still on anti sickness meds, WBC still creeping up. In fact I could probably just cut and paste yesterdays effort! There is one interesting little twist, however. As I write Nik is fast asleep on the sofa which is a bit of a role reversal from the last few days.

I suspect as I begin to feel better that the days which had passed mostly in a drug induced haze will begin to drag a little, so watch out for the magic moment when I'm no longer neutropenic and I can declare the good ship Morrison officially open to visitors! (Early next week with a bit of luck) Looking through my list of followers I seem to have attracted the attention of an over sized kitten which looks suspiciously like a refugee from a 1970's television programme. Every time I look though the Post Office Tower is still there. Joan...miracles it appears do happen! I saw your comment, not though through divine intervention but the intervention of St Anne of Malvern who pointed out where it was hiding. Chris and Sandra, Matt the registrar will not be sharing his observations following his examination of my nether regions on this blog because of medical confidentiality (taste and decency). He has however, AFIL and AMIL will be pleased to hear, given me a nice vase of daffodils for the window ledge.

I lied by the way about no new news. My hair has started falling out again and the hospital bed has the look of a well used dog couch. No fleas though, yet.