First, I'd like to thank my friend, Sam, who wrote to tell me I sound terrible. Well, that's not what he wrote about, but he did mention it in passing. Nothing worse than everyone saying how perky you are when you're. . . knackered (a bad word in Britain; no idea why. A knackers yard is our equivalent of the glue factory). . . crevé (a bad word in French unless you are referring to a flat tire; no idea why. Foreigners are so funny).
The oncologist doesn't see a problem with my blood counts, but the GP still does. They're going to talk tomorrow morning.
My posts are so boring lately.