I return home today (NO TELEPHONING THE HOSPITAL!), as my stem cells haven’t been produced in decent enough numbers to bother harvesting them, and I shall have to return to St George’s some time later for a bone marrow harvest instead. With general anaesthetic. It shouldn’t be too bad, but it’s frustrating not to have got it done, and I hope that what they get from the bone marrow harvest is no worse than that from a stem cell harvest from the blood.
Incidentally, I was on telly last night. ‘The Hole’ was on Channel 4 – I’d have warned you sooner if I’d known, but I didn’t so, erm, I didn’t. My five seconds of glory as a drug dealer did not go unnoticed, though! I’ve been inundated with messages from people asking whether it was me. Actually, only one message, but still.
Fred’s on his way up to pick me up in… the pick-up! My dad bought it very cheaply and it’s a beaut. A beaut of a ute, as the Aussies might say.