Everyone (ok, that's an exaggeration), about two people have told me that they have enjoyed cancer blogs which are funny. Sure. So how do you get to be funny if your throat is sore and you think it might be throat thrush again? Or how do you get to be funny if it's just a bloody sore throat - something which is gonna stop me from doing the one thing I am looking forward to.
Getting used to the idea (well, sort of getting used to it) of not being able to plan beyond the next two weeks when I go for tests but have one thing before then I am really looking forward to: Sunday night. IF I am well can go to this wedding in Maseru in Lesotho which is on the last night of my immune-compromised week. But only IF. And now not feeling too good. "Want malaria pills?" asked my friend now. "Malaria? What for? What do you mean?" "Well, you are taking everything else!" And it's true. Throat lozenges, liquid daffodils (my new, positive name for the yellow emulsion which works for ulcers and throat thrush) as well as Panados.
Oh dear. And anyway, I am hardly funny anyway, cancer or no cancer, impending throat problem or no impending throat problem.
Oh, it's elections here tomorrow. Maybe that is a joke.