Finally I was summoned, and it turns out the new tablets and stopping the alendronic acid, seem to have greatly improved the oesophagus and stomach lesions. I've puked less, and feel OK. They think that the wonky lymph nodes are probably caused by my eternally inflamed leg, so I'll be getting that looked into, yet again, but they're not bothering with the hiatus hernia op for now. (Yay-) I feel quite relieved and grateful.
That ELIZABETH IS MISSING play last night on BBC1 was certainly intense. Glenda Jackson is still firing on all cylinders, and made 'Maud's Alzhiemer's decline pretty gut-wrenching. I was getting morbid, of course, thinking that if I survive another ten years,that'll be me; only without a kind,affluent family to take me in and tend me. Shudder.
Watched THE KING the other day. It's had mediocre reviews, but I thought it pretty decent. I'd prefer Shakespeare, but this was a reasonable take on the Hal/Henry V saga, and I loved Robert Patison's cartoon Dauphin.
Also watched a tidy little Netflix horror film THE HOLE. Nothing original, but effectively spooky, with good acting, a shivery soundtrack, and nice rural woowoo atmosphere.