The Plot (and my ankles!) thickens

To misquote Alice,"Worser and worser..."

Some girls have all the (bad) luck. I get cancer. I conquer cancer. I have a thirty year self-esteem issue. I get over it. And just when things are looking better and I'm getting into the groove of defeating my final gremlin, my liver decides its had enough! Yup, that is why I have gained 7 kilo's in two days - my liver is not producing protein. Goody, something else to worry about.

Back for chest x-rays and a CT scan of my abdomen tomorrow (to ensure the cancer hasn't spread) and to find out just what the hell my liver thinks it's doing!

Gotta tell ya', thirty years of laxative abuse is a reeeaaally bad idea...

Guzzling tea tonight bacause tomorrow is fasting before the x-ray - good for the diet; not good for my temperament first thing in the morning. Heaven help the poor doctor who has to face me in the morning; it won't be pretty.

Felt (and looked) like the Good Year Blimp today, so no exercise. Contemplated it, but when I held up my leggings, I knew I couldn't fit into them; one leg would have used up both sides.

Fingers crossed for the tests tomorrow...

Judi x