Friday 3rd July
My blood was taken first thing, before 6am and that was it. Nothing else was to be done. Do I really need to be in here. It all seems so crazy. No chance of home though. White blood cells still too low for that. Yet another weekend to be spent in hospital. Am I going out of my mind? Quite simply yes.
The only thing that’s changed today is that I now have an annoying cough which gets worse when I try to talk.
Was due to go to a friend’s wedding today. Obviously that wasn’t happening. Just something else for me to feel down about.
Watched some of Wimbledon on the TV. And that was about it for today. A very boring and horrible Friday.