11/12/19 (2) and a whinge

Back to Springfield earlier for the weekly Velcade / Bortezomib s/c injection for the last time this cycle, which also means Dex today and tomorrow. Next week is the week off Velcade and steroids, then we start cycle 3, which means I'm nearly at the halfway point of the chemo course, assuming that we stay on just four cycles. A new set of bloods show paraproteins holding at 2, which is a good sign. OTOH, that transplant is drawing closer. I'm looking forward to it but also more than a little apprehensive because I know it can be very tough and the recovery period can be long. But it has to be done.

Now for the whinge. Disabled toilets. The hand dryers are almost always at dwarf height which is hard for tall people standing and who have trouble bending. Obviously that's good for wheelchair drivers who may be the majority of users but it's hard for the ambulatory disabled. I did go in one somewhere which had two dryers at different heights - ideal but would cost more and take up more wall space so not always practical. There's scope for a clever Dragons' Den invention here.