Not quite the way I was hoping to describe the two of us in our 40s/50s but it's pretty accurate for how we are this week.
H was doing very well after his op and had had his knee to a 75 degree bend yesterday, using a magic machine that rotates it to the level of the operators choice. Quite tempting to ratchet it right up carton-style to the full 360 degrees and top speed but am managing to be dutiful wifey so far… Will see how long that lasts.
Annoyingly, apparently a nurse managed to drop his leg off the bed at an angle this morning, so it's now massively swollen and he is one grumpy bear, I think realising that this mending is going to be quite a long haul thing. Hydrotherapy and massage not gone as well today as a result, but he is now ice-bagged and strapped to the hilt with nice physios all over him like a rash.
Thanks to those chums who have visited big boy so far this week and to those coming next week. Loving the fact that 'my' friends have kindly tipped up with cards, mags, sweets etc while H's male friends seem to support him by sending lots of photos of gory leg amputations and for some reason, cock transplant pictures too…
I'm doing ok since my first dose of the new US drug on Mon, and have the next one on Monday coming. Also had two doses of the second chemo drug, Velcade, on Mon and this morning. Good job there's only 100 yards between Cancer Centre Lindon and Parkside where H is, I've been up and down between the two like a loonie all week. Have also finally succumbed to buying Arnica cream at Jane's suggestion to try and reduce the rather visible injection bruising that's making me look like a battered wife..
But am pretty tired – the high steroid doses wake me up at night, and make me sweat like a demon. Never before have I had to change night clothes, but I'm a clammy munger by midnight. Woke up at 3.15am the night before last and a cruel 1.30am last night. Mojo's loving the extra Mummy cuddles but doses of British Bake Off Creme de la Creme and then some programme about a chap who got hit by a train then a gaming company built him a 'bionic' arm aren't the most riveting night viewing… The highlight of my day is taking Scrumpy to the vet as she has another sore paw, so you can tell how riveting the next few weeks will be.
Ah well, hopefully good steps on the long journey towards both of us being in better nick by the end of this year. The need for what feels like never ending patience is a total shag but trying to hang on in there, for both of us. Oh and did I mention we're both using this as a way to lose weight and get trim – am not yet loving the 'filling up on salad from a Tupperware box while H scoffs his hot hospital lunch', sigh….! X