Off we toddled today to the Royal for cycle 2 of Velcade and Doxorubicin. I remembered to wear trousers, that’s not to say I went without them last time of course, but that we had the incident with the bum bag full of Doxorubicin stuck up my dress. This time I thought it looked hardly noticeable tucked under my T-shirt until we had lunch in a restaurant that had a full length mirror in the toilets and it seemed to stick out like a sore thumb. B advised me it didn’t plus of course people wouldn’t know what was in it so any mugger would have been in for a surprise.
I opted to crochet while we were at the Royal and started on the February patterns for the mystery blanket. The beads were quite hard to photograph, hence the listing angle, I’m tired but not yet so tired I’m keeling over.
I have to say I liked crocheting the beads in. It was so easy. I once knitted a cardigan as a birthday present for a friend, fortunately she loved it, and that had beads knitted in – which was not as easy as the crocheting of beads.
So all in all not a bad day until just when I’ve been the cause of Bernard’s brother putting the phone down on him. I answered the phone and was asked in more detail than usual as to how I was doing little realising this was pre-emptive of his conversation with B.
Apparently B should do more for their Mum and it would be nice if she came round to ours for her tea sometimes. B said no on the basis that this wasn’t agreeable with me. He then went on to say how we did a lot for her after his Dad died but that in the end I’d given him the ultimatum that it was either his Mum or me – at some point B’s brother had put the phone down.
I feel guilty even though B has told me not to and I know that I just couldn’t cope with having her in the house. It’s not often that I cry and she managed to reduce me not only to tears twice last year but to near hysterics.
And yes I have felt remarkably well the past week and a half but I’ve been able to take things at my own pace without being under pressure to do anything at all if I didn’t want to. B probably wouldn’t have been thrilled at getting his own tea every night but would have done it if he had to, is more than happy to walk Bud if I don’t even after doing the shopping, the hoovering and cleaning the bathroom (even though apparently the shower enclosure is not in the same space/time continuum at the point in which he cleans the rest).
The bottom line is I just couldn’t cope with the m-i-l being in the same postcode as me, let alone house, on a regular basis especially since she could give lessons in being relentless to the shape shifting terminator from T2 so why do I still feel guilty!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!