That's one song you won't catch Cliff singing. The flight has landed and we have arrived at the holiday destination safely.
I am currently sitting next to Mike who is sucking and crunching Ribena ice lollies while he waits for his personalised cocktail to arrive (Melphalan at 140mg/metre squared). We think B. must have been busy around the ward as the shelf life is only an hour (wink wink). He has already taken a small cocktail of essential pills including anti-sickness and dex. Whoopie, that will make for a harmonious Christmas.
It seems that Mike's arrival had already been announced to the chap in the next bed by another holidaymaker from New Cross who had arrived 5 weeks ago and enjoyed his stay so much he was reluctant to give his bed up for Mike. The Myeloma world is so small that our friend from New Cross, Wallace, is paying Mike a visit on Wednesday, more details to follow.
Did you all notice I said chap in the next bed? That's right, Mike is in a bay with 2 other chaps. Stop panicking, I'm sure they know what they are doing. The chap next door (I mean next bed) has just had a visit from someone I can only assume was either a lecturer in Nuclear Physics or Santa on 40mg of dex. He didn't stop talking for two hours! Mike reckons he'd be great at deep sea diving as he wouldn't need to come up for air. Luckily the guy he was visiting has a chest infection and couldn't answer him through the oxygen mask or he might have been here until closing time!
Merry Christmas everyone and just think when you are opening your presents that you might have been given socks by Santa, but Mike is getting stem cells.