Scott feels horrible today. He refused to get dressed, brush his hair or teeth, he just wants to lay in bed, alone and in peace. The only smile came when he tucked into an order of Domino's garlic bread (which faded fast as soon as it his his stomach). He also has a headache which sent my worry-meter sky high and threw me spiralling towards all that is bad ... xanax, coffee, chocolate and cigarettes.
Tomorrow is clinic day and if all looks good it will be the start of round 25 and another lovely week of misery. I know we have said this so many times but predictable misery is far, far better than the alternative.