Another weekend nearly over, thank God!  I am starting to dread weekends.  For one, because all the usual doctors and nurses that help me, are not working, and if anything happens over the weekend, I would have to got to the Homerton  A&E, which is not the most pleasant places to be at the weekend.  So, I worry getting ill over the weekend. 

Helena, my housemate called me on Fri to say she may have ‘swine flu’, and has been prescribed Tamiflu, the antibiotics for this disease.  Since I am susceptible for chest infections, I simply cannot take risks getting flu, so I ended up going to Suzie’s and staying at hers, in exile.  I have to wait until tomorrow to get further advice from the Royal Marsden regards to this swine flu. 

People around me have to start practicing really good infection control around me by frequently washing their hands.  I will have to give some infection control tips to my housemates before the full chemo starts.  But, this swine flu is worrying, particularly for people with underlying health problems, and for those with immunosuppression problems either because of treatment or disease, such as chemo and cancer.

Suzie’s housemate, Ali has had drinking parties with his mates in the flat two nights in a row, and boy they were noisy last night.  That and the steroids have effectively prevented me to sleep well over the weekend.  I feel like a wreck this morning. 

That is the other reason I do not particularly like the weekends at the moment, all the drunken people making noise late at night when I am trying to sleep.  I wish they would leave me alone.  Also, to find their mess and the ‘old booze’ smell in the kitchen in the morning when I am making my porridge, is really off putting.  Roll on September, and my new tranquil and beautiful home!