springing a leak & a man on the job

How odd!! Can you imagine that there's not much difference between us and a blow-up toy that can be punctured? Make a hole big enough and you will leak.
Last week, we were amazed at the size of the paraphenalia that unfurled from the unlikely space near my ribs. Following that, I 'imagined' being sticky in the general area, but along with a lot of less pleasant sensations, I ignored it. On Sunday, I discovered that my blouse was quite stained, so there was no avoiding the fact that yes, I am leaking.
Not to be alarmed. Today, I  'phoned the office of Dr D to check and the reply was that this is actually preferably to not leaking, which can cause problems. So, leaking is good.

Today, very exciting meeting with Dr H, who is going to be my radiation specialist. I have dates and I have times and instead of living in fear, I am enthusiastic to get going and hopeful that it will go well. Dr H inspires confidence and if he is nearly as great as the trio of ladies who have thus far saved my life, he is great enough. A cockerel amongst the hens? Certainly, he is the best dressed of them all.

I know that this sounds like boasting and it probably shows just how pathetic I really am, but I was prety bucked when it was clear that Dr H knew all about my case. Seems they have all been following it closely. Is this a form of negative attention?

Some other little bits of news:
I finally got out for a walk/trot quite early this morning. It was pleasant as anything outside. One cheeky mosquito tried to land on my arm, but I smacked it away, almost bruising myself in the process.
I am taking advantage of the gap in treatments and popping up to NY and CT next week. I know it's a bad time of the year to be in Manhattan, but it's always good to get away after so long at home. I look forward to seeing some of my family too. Actually, I'm scarilly used to being home and almost fear the idea of going away. Who'd have thought?