I am not a completer finisher. I have even been know to start sentences and
Up until now this finishing trait hasn’t caused me too many problems (if you count my previous marriages as challenges, not problems).
But I had no idea this personality ‘defect’ would be inherited by my body, which has enthusiastically decided to do anything other than finish building its’ immune system this week. It seemed, however, to have enough time to make countless new grey hairs, layers of subcutaneous fatty tissue and excessive leg hairs.
As my final chemo is now long overdue, I, or more accurately my body (we have stopped speaking to each other on account of above) has decided against returning to the chemo ward this week and after today’s shabby blood results, it is highly likely to put it off for another week. And before you ask, it’s pointless asking me to have another chat with my body about all of this. I have come to the conclusion that it’s got even worse at listening than Andrew Lansley.
So, I have decided to recruit an interim body to finish this one off for me. And a rather generous package awaits. Any applicants will get:
- a week or 2 in bed
- a bag of legal drugs
- a free acupuncture and reiki session
- a slice of cake and a badge
Applicants will need:
- Good bone marrow
- flexible working arrangements
- love of needles
- love of daytime TV
I thank you. x