Dave keeps nagging me not to forget to mention my health stuff. It is a "Diary" after all, so he tells me.
"But I feel fine" I whined. "There's lots going on in politics and campaigning, I'll write about being a sickie when I feel sickie again."
He gave me a look.
"Hmmmmm. How many times have you had diarrhoea today?"
"Weeell, six or seven?we "
"And what happened yesterday when you took the kids to a supermarket for the first time since your op?"
"Weeell, I couldn't get back to the car and had to sit in McDonalds for an hour and a half."
"And how do you feel today because you overdid it?
"Like I'm made of stiff things and jelly things all at once."
"And how are your legs healing from all those injections?"
"Weeell, I DO get almost constant cramps and unexpected stabbing pains. I can't get down on the floor and if I try I can't get up again, lol"
"Are you sleeping OK?"
"No! You know I never sleep OK, I'm too used to being up all night in pain."
"And where do we get to go on the 14th February, to celebrate Valentine's Day?"
"OK, OK, We take a 260 mile round trip to hospital for a consultant appointment and a bone density scan."
"How long is it since your operation?"
"Ummm... (counts on fingers) 5 weeks"
"Can you walk the boys too and from school yet?"
"Weeell, no-ooo, but..."
"And when will the chemo injections start again?"
"I'm not sure. Soon, but...."
"And what meds are you still taking?
"Weeell, lots, but less than last month!!!
"Right, will you PLEASE blog your version of well? Will you please explain that this frenzied burst of literary outpouring and energy is a Seize-The-Day type of determination, not due to some miracle cure? Will you show people how little un-well people expect and how low the bar of "well" is set? Will you explain that your "well" would definitely see most people calling in sick, unable to get out of bed, let alone go to work?"
"'Kayyyyyy. *said petulantly, scraping one foot on floor, pretending not to hear*