Back to normality, possibly?

So, no progression of the disease, without a doubt the most positive result of them all.

The journey is always stressful, a long and draining voyage in to the big smoke with little positively memories apart from getting home and feeling safe.  I decided that after this trip we would go up on the coach as it is cheaper and it seems a lot more straight forward then going up on the train.  I know I like trains and all that, but I cannot justify spending all that money for an experience similar to going on a coach.  When we finally arrived we found that the tube services had been suspended so we had to get taxi’s too the hospital and back again.  The RMT strikes again

The scan was routine, and then the long painfully stressful game of waiting around to be told that it is either good or bad.

The appointment was an hour late, waiting for the results to be produced and then we saw a nice Doctor called Anna Montes who had a very French accent which was comforting to listen to.  On the crest of positivity we sailed out of the hospital, well, we got lost and then worked out where the exit was and escaped.

We got back to Paddington, through Hyde Park and via the interesting one way systems, and after a short wait back on the train.  First Great Western have refurbished most of their rolling stock which is good, but after replacing the comfy squashy seats for new airline style, hard, nasty, plastic ones I felt very uncomfortable with my pounding headache and no legroom.

Anyway, I am home.  I went to work and felt frustrated that I didn’t have a better job (as usual) and got on with normality and concentrating on being normal