Breathing probably shouldn't hurt this much

 Wednesday I got very wet going to the library to print out stuff for the Pathfinder game I was about to start running.  It was not fun.

In the early evening I caught the bus to near uni, got Friendly Satay House soup for dinner, and then went to the role-playing society meeting.  I ended up with five players, only two of who know the system and neither seem easy players.  I am going to have to rewrite a lot of the game to simplify things as I had very much written it for more experienced players.

Thursday.... I was home waiting for a delivery.  My new screen which I had impulse bought at more cost than I should have.  While I was waiting Midget came to look at my place and judge.  Otherwise just pottering about my house getting things slowly more sorted.  And I think this was when I first used my new flat's stove.

And I had the foreman of the build turn up to hammer down some nails that were lifting up under the carpet.  And discovered my unit still has the old building's floor - which was not what the developers had told us.  But it does explain why the floors are so very uneven.

Friday I was feeling a bit sickly, but I think it was just exhaustion and a bit of hayfever.  But I felt pretty bad.  Did little with my day except return the keys to my old unit - I now can't go back ever.  And that night really noticed how bad my chest feels when I lie on my back.  The growth definitely feels like something unnatural using up space where my lungs are supposed to be.  I don't know how long it was been sort of a thing, but Friday night was the first time I put it in words.

Saturday, I was still feeling pretty awful but confident it wasn't germs by this stage.  My sister visited for a couple of hours.  I used the oven in my new kitchen for the first time.  I did multiple loads of laundry.  And I think that was pretty much the day.

Today, more laundry - as I work through the boxes from my old chest of drawers that I am trying to get in a non-smelling-of-the-old-chest-of-drawers state before I put things in my new drawers.  I had a friend visit to return my copy of Piranesi, chat, and borrow my Neverwhere DVDs.

Then this evening the cyst bits of my tumours decided to get all swollen and uncomfortable.  While I am used to this happening on my neck and it is only a minor annoyance, it is the sensation of a large object in my chest that is a new and unpleasant addition to the experience.  Breathing is difficult and painful.

And once I tell my doctor it is going to put an end to any chance of a purely pharmaceutical/chemo solution.  I was really hoping to avoid surgery, but it is looking inescapable. 

I am not happy.