Wednesday, July 15, 2009


Poor lad.

He's been refusing his CV247, so he's now on a lower dose, which isn't really keeping the lymphoma at bay. He's also been spitting out his homeopathic medicine, and once you've touched it apparently the potency is gone. I found a cache of little white pills when I hoovered under his bed. Richard Allport has said to crush the pills and add to his water - all the "goodness", or whatever the right word is, is in the outer coating, so if he absorbs a bit in his drinking water, it will have some effect. I learn something new every time I speak to him.

Not too brilliant myself. There's a summer flu doing the rounds at work that ISN'T SWINE FLU - so we're calling it Piglet Fever, and I seem to have come down with it. A couple of days of feeling like I've just had 15 pints, without any of the fun. I've slept lots, and hope it's shifting.


Anonymous said...

Oh, drink up Herbie! Poor boy! What a smartie pants to hide the pills under his bed.

We wish you well in getting over the Piglet Fever.


Linda Seid Frembes said...

All things considered, Herbie is looking mighty fine. I hope you feel better soon though.

Lesley Rigby said...

He is such a champion! His mother certainly put together a strong substantial package. He even looks as if his smile would be wider if it wasn't for his lump. And those tablets - pretty cute!!
I'm very surprised that Herbie hasn't tucked you up in bed and is taking care of you! Hope you are feeling a lot better soon.

Graham, Prince & Tilly said...

Oh, the poor little chap. Is it as uncomfortable as it looks, or is he generally quite happy? It's a bloody cruel thing. I hope you're all OK generally - it's been quite a rollercoaster!