Hurrah, fast forward three days since leaving hospital and I feel much better. (Well, apart from Scrumpy practically ripping my left arm off as she shot out of Claire White's car footwell yesterday at the park…when will I ever learn that dog has the speed end power of a tiger when she spots grass? Bloody sore..)
Curly and K did the honours on morning tea today, although in my strange world of going off certain foods, as of this morning I seem to no longer like tea. Go figure. Am sure that will revert to the norm soon but these changes in tastebuds are foxing me in a daily basis.
The girls brought fabulous nibbles, although best gift was my requested Daily Telegraph for afternoon sofa reading (just finished it, sporting my middle aged reading glasses) which Curly was practically vomming at the thought of buying…. Not your chosen paper, but I like it, so ta. There was also some strange squashy stuff in different shapes, colours and sizes which got cut up and put in a bowl. This, I was reminded, is called Fruit. The first raspberry had me doing what I believe is called 'Tangfastics Face' – it's definitely more my thing when pulverised in a fine fruit caipirinia. I must get the tastebuds back on those soon…
Decided to take a break from the many pain patches and Paracetamols that I normally have, just to try and see what my current pain status is, and unsurprisingly it's not at all bad apart from the perennially shite lower back and it's collection of holes. Miserable and grumbly but not ruinous, as I did manage to walk with H round the pond on Cannizaro Common while Scrumpy flew into the lake to chase the ducks. That was one pongy dog in the pub. Yes, I went to the pub! Get me and my treat of an orange and lemonade, no soda for me today, I gave it well treaty and large.
Have since been in my favourite space called 'on the sofa' with a cheeky hot water bottle. I swear H turns down the heating daily, and I turn it back up. It's like living my dad, all over again…..
Looking forward to the weekend as should continue to feel better. And am ignoring the fact that chemo shit starts again on Tuesday. I had the major good news that the new US wonder drug was going to be paired with Velcade, so I'd have two sets of injections – so much preferable to nobbing about boiling bloody Revlimid. And then, shit fell on my rainbow as apparently there is a delay in getting the US drug, so it's back to Velcade and Revlimid till they can get the new jab across the pond. More evenings of boiling, syringing and eating passion fruit yoghurt to take away the taste await…
But, I'm free till it starts again, and in this game a few days off is magic darts.
Wrap up warmly for the weekend. Swight's having a bbq so it will at least be party and more likely piss it down…..
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