Where was I?

Oh yeah:

Mick took me to the Calvary Mater the Monday morning before last so I could be hooked up for my third round of chemo.
I got home this afternoon with a left forearm that looks like I borrowed it from Tom Hardy.

Okay, so that's an overly shortened version of a long, involved medical story, but here's a précis:

I have very few platelets, so no more chemo for me.
Hospital food has not improved.
Neither has the quality of visitor conversation.
Some doctors insist on having a mute colleague/registrar/intern follow them everywhere to take copious notes and smile reassuringly at what they presume to be appropriate moments.
Invariably, this will be my doctor, as opposed to the sundry others who appear to have a grasp of "quality of life" rather than "legal indemnity".
I now have more decisions to make, but with a doctor I at least trust.

Anyway, it was all rather unpleasant but with a happy incidental: Dad bought me one of those portable scanners they've been advertising relentlessly on TV.
Thanks dad!

I can now turn all those magazine and newspaper clippings of my old writing and give them online life.
Details to come.

And, of course, I plan to spoil Suzi rotten.