Friday - It's pub o'clock!

The final chemo session went smoothly, and nothing nasty happened. The antihistamine they gave me to prevent any allergic reaction made me nice and sleepy, so by 10pm I was ready for my bed, which was a good thing after Tuesday night!
We went off to yet another 2CV club do - there seem to be quite a few at the moment for some reason. I scared the heck out of someone by waving frantically in a "you-hoo, fellow 2CV enthusiast" manner when a) in a Skoda not a 2CV b)bald c) it wasn't who I thought it was! Fortunately the rear-seat passenger was who I thought he was and after a double take caused by us being in the wrong the car he twigged and waved cheerily, hopefully reassuring the poor traumatised driver that it wasn't a loony skinhead about to attack him at the traffic lights. The evening was marked by a first - the raffle ran out of tickets before it ran out of prizes. When we had a second ticket drawn we said "put it back, give someone else a chance" - others followed suit, and eventually everyone had one something. At that point there was insistence that if you won a prize you took it - but eventually there were no tickets left! The final prize was thus auctioned to the highest bidder... who was so keen to get it he bid against himself and in the end merely emptied all the change in his pocket into the pot - I hope his wife was pleased with the pretty round candles!
It's Friday today, and substantially after Crackerjack time, the car is stacked with the stuff to be taken to Wales in the morning, so as soon as I prise dear husband out of the bath it will be pub o'clock. Yee hah - but will the taste buds still be working by the time the supper arrives? I suspect that they are on their way already and my supper will taste of cotton wool again - the dull bit of this particular drug. Hey ho, another couple of weeks and that will be over, hopefully never to return. Then it will be Yee-hah indeed!
My friend in the US didn't have his valve replaced after all - he was prepped and ready for the surgeon, who then arrived and said that he not prepared to go ahead. My friend has also been suffering from a stomach ulcer which had been bleeding recently, and the surgeon was concerned that the blood thinning drugs he would have during the heart surgery would cause the ulcer to start bleeding and that could be very dangerous if it started during the operation. As you can imagine, my friend is pretty unhappy, frustrated and angry about this, knowing it's common sense doesn't make it seem any better when he was all built up to get the surgery over with and now he has to go through it all again in two weeks.