absolutly nackered and a feeling a bit quesy

i have started radiotherapy. Its not herendous,but its not fun eitheir. they told me i wouldn't feel the effects for about a fourtnight, so how come i feel really sick. And tired. heres something that pissed me off today, i walk up to the radiology reception desk, which was doing a bloody good impression of a naf gift shop, and present myself, you know the drill, name, in this case machine number, time of appointment and apologises for being late, and instead of the typical "take a seat, you'll be called" the ladies, two of them retort, "she's not here yet" i enquire as to who who is, presuming they mean the radiologist but no, it is then established they mean Lorna Walton, well i was bloody there, stood right in front of them. Sorry for not looking ill, or being geriatric, because of course we all know only old people get cancer, next time i will where a fucking t-shirt with the word victim spralled across my breasts. You work in a cancer hospital, don't be so fucking ignorant. tired, can't be bothered any more, sex and the city beckons.