Day 7 (featuring the Monday Mugshot)

Good to have the weekend at home. Needed some kip/TLC for 2 mornings post-chemo, but up all day Sunday (as Tor out with Liv who was busy pounding the competition into submission at an LTA regional). Drove to Tossco to examine Finest range. Didn’t exceed speed limit once, despite active encouragement from Wayne’s World lookalike in a Citroen Saxo pimped like an F-16.

Quiz result:

Whilst Ed, Del (et al) were all expected to fall for the ‘rookie error’ (and duly did so) the level of IQ/EQ evident in answers was truly abysmal. Here’s the picture again:

The correct ‘odd one out’ is (quite obviously) the syringe packs, because they are intravenous – everything else is taken orally.

Medical update:

Hangover omnipresent (still), together with tinnitus and sore mouth. Bruising from cannula insertion points coming through. Lungs feel like someone left a tube of superglue in there (which maybe explains the ‘chemical dreams’ – kind of cross between the Doctor Who intro and the old Mac screensaver.

So, how does all this make me look?

Dammit! – wrong button again…..