And more new things to learn – honestly, this is more and more like some sort of weird experiment with myself as the guinea pig. Bizarrely fascinating. 
First – the injections. Apparently you are at greater risk of blood clots when on chemo, so you have to inject yourself the day before and the day of flying with some blood thinner thing. I am clearly out of practice…two big marks where I did them…tiny needles so no excuse. The hospital asked me if I was OK with giving myself injections. My response of ‘I’d prefer IV’ was fortunately only said in my head. 

Second – dehydration. Bloody hell – I am so incredibly thirsty on this flight (writing this on the plane to post when I land). Like stupidly thirsty. Which leads to drinking a lot of water. Further leading to going to the loo every 45 minutes. No, really, I haven’t been even slightly self conscious walking up and down the fucking aisle the whole flight….

Third – swelling. Serious ankle swelling rather suddenly at the start of the flight. So, picture me, asking constantly for more water, up and down like a sodding yoyo to the loo, having to stand for most of the flight to ‘exercise’ my legs to reduce the swelling. I am a DREAM passenger. 

Fourth – security, or lack of. I am travelling with hand luggage only. In it was: 2 syringes full of the blood thinner stuff, 2 vials of homeopathic remedies wrapped in silver foil, a bunch of other medications. Which all sailed through the X-Ray machine without a bleep. 

Fifth – I am stupidly excited to see The Man. OK, fuck all to do with chemo…but had to say it :). 10 minutes until we land – yipppppeeeeee!!!!