What type of a day have I had?
Well, I had to get up fairly early for me, after a night with very little sleep (largely down to the same cat repeatedly waking me up time and time again).
Then a cat (yes, the same one!) knocked a kettle full of boiling water all over the kitchen floor. Fortunately the hot water missed the cat but it warmed my feet up for me!
Half way to the hospital, I found out that the slight pull I'd felt in the crotch of my jeans earlier on (when I'd lifted my leg to tie a shoelace) was actually rather more than that; there was a large tear in a very embarrassing place and, if I was to be on time for my appointment, it was much too late to turn back!
At the hospital, for the first time ever, there were no spaces left on the car park that's reserved for oncology patients, so I had to find a regular space and trust that the parking guy would accept the explanatory note I left on the windscreen of my car.
When I got into the hospital, the nurse tucked my hands under a heat pad for 15 minutes (to make it easier to find a vein for the canula) and then realised that she'd not actually turned it on. (I'd wondered why it didn't seem as warm as usual!)
Some time after getting home from the hospital, I realised that the nurse had forgotten to take my pre-filled syringes (that I need to inject myself with for the next few days) out of their fridge, so I had to turn round and drive the 12 miles back to the hospital again.
A cat (a different one this time) has just thrown up on my living room carpet.
Although, having had very little sleep last night, I'm now feeling rather tired, I know that there will be absolutely no point in me going to bed tonight because I'm so pumped full of insomnia-inducing steroids. So I can look forward to a day of feeling shattered tomorrow!
Oh, happy days!
;-)