Oh skin, why do you do this to me?

The dandruff-style effect of my dry skin is back. Every time I move clothes which are touching the dry flakes it's like a mini snowglobe without the sparkles. 

Fortunately I have all the moisturising cream in the world prescribed to me so we're back into moisturising everywhere again, the idea of rushing out of the door a distant memory. 

Fortunately I found some E45 bath oil in a large size not too long ago as well - so I don't have to overthink anything, I can just get on with it. 

How annoying though? 

Ants

Okay, this ants thing is getting out of hand. Husband is trying to find the nest (no luck so far) but there aren't enough ants to trace it. 

But you can guarantee that when you're not looking for ants you then see five of the things.

They're like London Buses - they all come at once when you don't need one. 

The good news is that despite not doing much yesterday (but feeling pretty tired), I fell asleep quickly and didn't dream of ants. Long may that continue.... I'm sure my next dreams will be peeling feet anyway. 

Battle! Fight!

One thing that bugs me a lot, when other people describe someone who has been diagnosed with cancer, they'll tend to refer to it as 

"(insert name here) and their brave cancer battle"

or

"Fighting cancer - what a warrior" sort of stuff. 

I can hereby confirm I have not yet had a battle nor do I feel like a warrior. I feel like me. Boring, ordinary old me. I just have this crappy thing in my head which I can't forget about easily. 

The crappy thing will remain in my head, and I should find out how things are going fairly soon. Hopefully the crappy thing won't have grown but let's not think about that right now. 

My days are spent working through my to-do list and trying to move around as much as possible - which is easier when the teen isn't at school (strikes, nothing more sinister). Also, Daytime TV. It's generally awful, however I've been able to pass on words of wisdom to a few people with things I've spotted. So yeah. 

It doesn't seem like a battle. The only time I feel something is when I want to fall asleep or my legs seize up when we're out of the house. 

I remember wondering what it would be like to have a month off work, but couldn't ever do it. Here I am six months off work and okay, I'm recouperating and learning what I can or can't do (DRIVE! DRIVE!), but I do miss not being around people. 

Tiger Bread Feet

So after hating my now-healed hands, the dryness has spread to my feet. 

Cracked palms vs cracked soles, the feet lose big time. So off to the chemist I go for a decent foot cream that I'm able to use. My toes are peeling, my soles are dry and spiky. Truly, chemo side effects are no fun. They're talking about increasing my dose for the next batch. 

In other news, I have a rash all over my neck. We all know what's going to happen next, don't we? 

(p.s. this is not a good photo of the rash, it's way more defined but you get the idea)