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Blog part 2........

After a few days to let my brain cool, having typed more in one sitting than all other typing... er sittings,  that I've ever undertaken in my life...  ever... really.... no messin'... dot co dot uk!!!!!   i am back... and this time so that i don't;  A, overheat again and B, have to put up with more of one's very own hair in one's very own morning weetabix....   yesterday afternoon, Friday, one's pater and one's girlfriend, shaved one's noggin!    now I'm as bald as a billiard ball....   now my poker career is over...  because you can see the cogs going round... (as my head CT scan showed!) and the Russian is shocked as to how much excess fat there is on the back of my swede!!!   she thinks i look like one of those ugly little puppy buggers... you know... the ones with too much skin... who slobber 6ft up the walls... who chew your stuff... stink... (NO INNA WE CAN'T GET A DOG!).... the name escapes me but I'm sure the comments box below will furnish you with an answer later on!

i have the before, during and after shaving shots too.   Some in particular where i look like terry bloody nutkin!   i want to put up pictures of me so all can see that I'm doing ok and haven't changed too much, honest.   I will up load some piccies of me in my lux bed looking 'surprizingly healthy and nothing really wrong with me' as someone who popped in said after also adding they were expecting worse....   nice!...  I suppose many mates are now thinking...  " yeah but you're still ugly, ivin!"    Ta muchly for that!

........ right....  having just pulled my little area upside down and inside out, due to a technical hitch i can't upload the photos just now.   The camera lead that is still residing at home means transfers will take place tomorrow and photo's will be uploaded then......   oh bum!

never mind.....   tomorrow is my last day of 'fattening up the goose' before Monday's plunge into round 2 of chemotherapy...  5 days solid...  its a bit of a ball breaker ...'scuse the pun... but they'll hit my cancer again.... hard.... but the good news is, although I'll be ill again the doc's have all said that my tests prove there is less cancer in my body and so there might be less of a ding dong, punch up going on in me.    The specialist nurse said i could feel bad because of the internal bar room brawl but also there might be an accumulative effect having been hit with chemo last week and not being fully recovered.

Since the start of feeling ill i have lost 16 kilo's in 2 weeks (2 and a half stone in old money)    and its only the beginning of last week that i have managed to put some podge back on.   My parents and the Russian are really stuffing the cal's into me as vigorously as a weird 'feeder' type psycho nutter that you'd see on one of those channel 5 programmes.   But A, I'm not complaining and B, its for me own good!

The big 5 day dose on Monday will start at about 9am and should be fully administered by 3pm latest.  
The chemo regimes come in a 3 week pattern.    To start there is a 5 day course followed by 6 days rest then a single treatment in one day, then 6 days rest then the last single day dose.    For me there are a grand total of 4, 3 week regimes like this.   The hope is that i can have rounds 3 and 4 as an outpatient but as all my doctors say... time and time again....  we're on a day by day process.... so we're taking it a day at a time!

just before i go...  i just wanted to say again about the tricky subject of visits... because I've had so many people ask me to pop in...  that i would really appreciate just to be with my girlfriend (the Russian) and my ma and pa for now.    between them they really have got a well oiled machine running.   Catering for me and at the moment I'm just happy to while away the time, lucky not to be in any pain or suffering, until I'm allowed out for good behavior.      The worst effects of my treatments are nausea and absolute fatigue.   Last week i was almost sleeping a very lion like 18-19 hours a day... so there really isn't much to see anyway... other than a dribbling 34 year old bald male in an old obscure indie band T shirt with his hairy derby hanging out over his rather swish Ralf Lauren natty bed troo's!   (Thank you, A + A + A1/2 for said troo's.)   That's not a math's formula by the way... unless anyone knows the answer to it!

As i said, i can't wait to get out of here and see everyone in better places rather than my mega de-lux automatic all singing all dancing electrical bed!    (Yeah... pimped up with fat wheels and tinted...er... windows?)...  And when people come to see me it can feel a little like that dream you used to have at school...  you know the one... when you realize you're in a Maths lesson, sat upright in your bed, with all your class mates looking at you!!!   AAAHH!!!  How did this happen!?!?... I'm in me PJ's... at school... in the middle of the day... in maths... with Mr Patrick.... and every ones looking.... what's going on???    That's what visits feel like to me...  for some mad reason.   That's even worse than calling one of your teachers... DAD!!!   I did that twice.   Once in primary and once in secondary school!   Gutted!

Well... must dash...  I've got one more day of relative normality before i get the hospital equivalent of double German on Monday morning!   Thank god I've got my copy of Deutsch Heute" (German Today) text book.... with 'Franzi the pig', getting into all sorts of scrapes and stories!    Ja... har har har...  look, Franzi, at zur crazy Englander mit his sher kleiner brot worst!!!  har har har... like das pet shop boys, ja?

That last bit is only funny if you studied German at school in the late 80's!

ta ta....

Ivinski! x

ps... please feel free to spread the address to anyone who might be interested in me.   please and thank you. x