A touch of Paranoia!

I logged into Yahoo this morning, to check my mail - as you do - and was horrified to see my avatar thingy had gone bald! Totally pink skulled bald - a chemotar!

I thought now who would do such a thing?! Remove all the hair from a cancer patient's avatar. I have a sense of humour, but admit that challenged it. I rang hubby. Did you do it? I asked. He couldn't stop laughing - obviously his sense of humour is still as warped as ever - but it wasn't him. I changed my password immediately.

And then I saw that my avatar was normal again. WTF??? thought I. I logged into the avatar-maker-thingy (technical term there), and could I find a bald avatar?! There just isn't one - at least not for the women (didn't look at the men's). Then, on Yahoo questions I discovered lots of people asking if it was usual for avatars to appear bald for a few seconds I had one of those, 'DOH! Dontcha feel a tit!' moments. Oh well. Balance has been restored (or hair at least) and all is well. Except I then wasted another half an hour of valuable editing time re-vamping my avatar! (see above).

After getting over the shock embarassment excitement of the avatar business, I went to the gym. YES! The gym! Having been up since 3 am in excrutiating pain (afraid to say the old pancoast pain is back these last two days with a vengeance - think the chemo has pissed it off a bit) I did wonder if the gym was that good an idea. But the pain seems to subside if I keep moving, so I went anyway, with the plan being to do as much as I could to get some natural endorphins flowing. (This because Ibuprofen and Co-Drydomol together didn't even make a dent in the pain so far).

Anyway, I did:

10 minutes on the cross-trainer
5 minutes on the bike
1000 metres on the rowing machine
some stretching on the floor
4 lengths of the pool
25 minutes in the Jacuzzi
5 minutes in the steam room

And it was good, and the pain did subside - a little. Then I went home and took more Diclofenic, and it was even better! Apologies were made to the couple from St Helens in the pool who were visiting for the day and had the misfortune to meet me and my cancer! I felt like the nutter on the bus (only I was in a swimsuit in lots of bubbly hot water)... Imagine old lady voice saying, "Hello, I've got cancer you know... I'm not really a heroin addict even though me arms look like it!" They were very sweet though, and resisted the urge to flee!

As if all that wasn't excitement enough, I got home to a Blue Badge! I felt like a bit of a fraud really, thinking, "there's nothing wrong with me, what do I want with a disabled badge," and then I remembered. Oh well. I will resist (I hope) the temptation to explain to people as I park for free that I have lung cancer, and can't walk very far on chemo-induced bad days.


We also went to the dentist and I had a small filling with no anaesthetic (cos of the chemo). Luckily it's only for a little chip on the lingual buckle (sounds good that dunnit - God I love words!), so not being a hero (or heroine), it just didn't need a needle. Had it hurt even the tiniest bit I would have cried like a baby infront of both my children. Our dentist is new. I am terrified of dentists so was very very frightened - but she turned out to be fab. And Lithuanian. And 'thank you' in Lithuanian is Achou. I have no idea how that is spelt, but it sounds like a sneeze. I was very pleased to have another 'thank you' to add to my collection!

Tomorrow I have booked a hack so hoping I can
A) get the pain-killers to work enough to
B) get some sleep, and
C) manage to ride an hour without throwing up afterwards.

Onwards and upwards, eh!

P.S. Is it just me, or is spell-checker out of action on blogger?