Not much tio report this morning. The mini-rash on my right wrist is unchanged, or possibly just a little smaller. Finger splits are being kept at bay by the heated gloves - definitely worth the three-figure price as long as they last well. Undistinguished boules at Epping - played three games, lost all three. For some reason not on my best form.
Constipation starting to build up again - took double Senna last night and will move on to Fybogel if that doesn't work.
Got home a bit late for a Furosemide yesterday but today is clear up till 19:20 when I should leave for Tower Petanque, so plenty of time for one to work through the system if I add it to the breakfast pills. The post-shower ankle oedema is still quite noticeable but still not bad enough to interfere with shoes etc..
Interesting to watch part of some Netflix show Sue was watching where a woman was diagnosed with breast cancer after finding a lump and was thrown into a rather brutal diagnosis which moved from "Yes it's cancer" to "We're booking you in for a double mastectomy" in not time at all. Always interesting to me to see how people handle the unwelcome news, but but I thought this was rather unrealistic. There's only so much anyone can deal with at one time.
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