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Documenting not dying since October 2013.

The 16th & 17th.

The 16th of October. Today has been overwhelming, to be quite frank. All day I have been receiving messages of love and support from all kinds of people. I've had tweets from people who've signed up to be donors because of me. This is going to save lives.

Hospital has been really very efficient today - tonight I might be in bed by ten! After my lunchtime drugs we went to Tesco and bought an absolute shedload of candy. I'd day it's for Halloween but we all know that's a lie.

Becky came round this evening just for a chat. I think she has processed the news now, and is coming round to my "well this is rather inconvenient" school of thought.

Fiona thinks I should contact This Morning. I can't say I disagree. I can reach more people that way.

I'm going to make a difference.

The 17th of October.

I have had excellent people today. The only staff member I have a problem with is the pharmacy technician, because she has ordered me only one box of aciclovir, which I will go through in less than a week. Considering I am on it prophylactically, I can only assume she thinks I'm going to pop my clogs next week, because otherwise she is just a buffoon.

I am still amazed by the amount of people getting in contact with me. I have already heard from people saying I've had an impact on their lives. Things are moving forward in terms of the press now, which is exciting, and I'm hopeful.

So many things seem totally irrelevant now. I have half an eye on "Trust Me I'm A Doctor" and Michael Moseley is telling me all these things I should do if I want to avoid a bad back or stiff ankles, and I feel completely detached. I still care about things happening in the world because the people I love will still be in it, but I feel ambivalent about anything pertaining directly to me.

Everything is now, and the future will be the legacy I plan to leave behind.

The places you have come to fear the most.