Here we go... October 2019...
To be fair, there's not much else to add to what's already been posted.
Attended Glenfield Cardio clinic for an ECG test to check for damage caused by the SCT treatment, everything was OK, nothing to worry about.
The car passed its MOT Test yet again. Two days later it blew a headlight bulb. A week later it blew the other one. Go figure.
Ella got Shingles, she found out about it after she'd visited us, so I had to go back to LRI for tests and to be given industrial-grade antivirals in case I'd been infected. My test results came back negative, but the pills-change made me feel crappy for a few days. After some R&R and some standard antivirals, Ella had recovered.
The Virgin Media SuperHub emitted a muffled bang, smoke, and a smell of burning electronics, all web access was lost. Tested the Hub with a replacement power supply... nothing. Tested the original power-supply with a multi-meter... it was fine. Reunited the Hub with the original power-supply... nothing. Phoned VM, explained, they did diagnostics from their end and declared that the Hub's internal power board had blown so they raised an order for a new Hub to be sent out and told me to disconnect and remove the duff kit just to be safe. As I was removing the Hub from the shelf to disconnect it I dropped it on the bookcase, and it started working. So much for remote diagnostic testing, eh? I called VM again to cancel the replacement, they confirmed cancellation but a day later the allegedly-cancelled replacement arrived anyway. Conclusion? VM's internal communications systems and diagnostic testing systems are shite. Oh, and the old Hub continues to work better than it ever did before the incident.
Passed the six-months post-SCT milestone. Clinic staff took the usual clinic blood samples for the usual clinic tests, patched the needle-hole and sent me to the waiting room to wait for the doc. After seeing the doc I was about to leave when I was called back in... they'd forgotten to take the extra blood samples for the extended tests that they do at six-months post-SCT. Another hole-in-the-arm later, I managed to escape.
Watched a lot of Rugby.
We had been planning another epic bonfire/firework party but had to abort due to me being infection-prone and not being able to do much due to ongoing issues with GvHD.
