Funfair Friday.....

It seems that we've been on a bit of a roller coaster today...and at times you had to wonder if we could take on Alton Towers or Oulton Park.....I'd better explain...but fear not dear reader...as I type Jilly is sitting on the sofa regaling the events of the day to AA who has just arrived for a "catch up"....and that doesn't mean that Jill is on the phone to the other AA, the alcoholic one that is....this AA is my father's daughter.

The day started pretty well...for me that is. I woke up at 5ish to find that I was on my own in bed....and experience told me that this wasn't the start to the day that I would have chosen.....mainly because I know enough now to realise that if Jill isn't in bed at 5 in the morning then she's probably not well. Only having had the first round of chemo yesterday I got up quickly to see what was going on....to find her asleep on one of the sofas in the kitchen. It transpired that it had been stomach pain that had got her up during the night...but that the pain had gone (4 hours later) the moment she had "burped" (do ladies burp?). I assured her (in my best doctor's voice) that this pain wasn't caused by the chemo, and was probably far more likely to be brought on by one of the medicines/pills that she's taking to help fight the side effects of the chemo.....great isn't it.....you have chemo and then have to take drugs to avoid side-effects....and then some more drugs to avoid the side-effects of those drugs you take to avoid the original side-effects...ad infinitum....and so it goes on. Anyway...she was feeling much better by 8ish, and we both set off with the dog (I wasn't about to start letting her out on her own today...we all know what she's like). Across the fields and down the woods to the Lifeboat Station....along the coast to the Breakwater (for Breakwater read Cafe...for cafe read drinking coffee and peppermint tea)...and then back up through Fliquet. Lovely.

Before I forget, can I thank our reader for the reaction to the "purple chocolates"story from the other day... it seems that I have started a trend...and should really have bought some shares in Cadbury's before blogging...lots of people talking about buying Roses now. This blog may end up a little like Delia Smith's TV programme.... she has to warn Marks and Spencer that she is going to mention certain products on her programme, mainly so M&S have time to "stock up" their stores before the rush. Anyway....I digress.  

During the walk Jill had put a list together in her head (nothing wrong with her brain) and when we returned home she transposed said thoughts onto paper ...it was a list of jobs for me, obviously...I got stuck in immediately, and even managed to complete one or two before becoming distracted enough to go off and do something else....lunch arrived very quickly and soon after Jill set off for the hospital (CT scan this afternoon) and I set off for the woods (3 sons cutting down trees and lighting bonfires) ... I'm not sure which of us was a greater risk, but the boys seemed reasonably under control and I only had to shout once or twice to avoid another statistic for the Health and Safety Executive. I felt comfortable enough at 4 o'clock (that there wasn't anything else left  that they could destroy) to go off to "see a parishioner"...all was well. Then Jill called....

Let's just say she "wasn't happy".... half and hour after the scan, and as she was about to get in the car to come home, the hospital had called her....blood clot identified by the CT scan...please come back in straight away "for a chat". The long and short is that (and I know our reader won't need or want any drawn out technical details) there's a large clot in her stomach area (there should be a scientific definition at this point, but I can't say it, let alone spell it) anyway.... more drugs.... but no worries (well, not for them)... and the drugs to be administered by....wait for it...injection!!! Lots more injections.....in fact, so many that they had to send a hospital lorry to deliver them all. Starting tomorrow I have 6 months of daily injections to look forward to...oh joy.

So there you are .... the ups and downs and ups again of life in the medical practice that is Seaford...maybe we should employ a screenplay writer and turn our daily "adventures" into a Jerseybean version of Casualty...suggestions on a piece of paper please to.....

I'll stop now....and leave our reader with today's look back in Jersey history...

On the 10th October 1591, Symon Vauldin was found guilty (by a jury) of sorcery. He was sentenced to be strangled, his body burnt until it was reduced to ashes, and his goods and property confiscated. Vauldin had confessed to communicating with the devil.....

...they certainly didn't mess about in those days. Sleep well!