PILLS
posted Monday, 11 July 2005
PILLS
At about 7 o’clock tonight I will be celebrating taking the last four of 960 pills - not that I’ve been counting but that’s 480,000 milligrams, i.e. a bit over a pound of the active ingredient capecitabine. What I don’t understand is why the nice fellows at Roche haven’t managed to package this drug in lobster or foie gras, rather than pink horse pills.
Next on the list, is to find to out if the Head Cancer Wizard is going to tell me to cease and desist with the rat poison which I have been chewing for the best part of a year and a quarter. Actually, strike that, because I just checked and it’s only a year – the other three months he had me injecting another drug which made me go purple and blue. At our last meeting, the HCW said he would have a chat with the Head Vampire to see if he thought I would go dead if my blood thickened up a bit.
My advice to those of you who may come across a similar dilemma, is that it is quite sensible to listen carefully when these chaps offer an opinion, because, whilst they can pull off a practical joke with the best of us, they do come out with some serious stuff occasionally. Another thing which I have mentioned before, but which is worth repeating is; don’t take the piss out of an anaesthetist.
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