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Biopsy in the Bag
Forgot to say yesterday that Prof continues to be happy with my post transplant scores on the doors. No sign of the paraprotein in my bloods but a slim band of Dara (the good drug) can still be seen, which is what we'd like. All a bit weird really as while the first transplant was…
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Did you miss me??
Aha! It seems that in not posting yesterday, I have set off the both jungle drums and multiple alarm bells, whoops, sorry. Everything is ok – I was just trying not to bore the baps off everyone as my sofa surfing days are getting less thrilling by the minute… so here comes a joint yesterday/today…
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Slow Sunday
The nice new feeling of quite liking to think about food was rudely dashed this morning by the evil appearance of some malevolent creatures at the breakfast table…… lamb kidneys. Urrrgggh. Should definitely not be part of the food chain, put me right off my one rasher of bacon. H toddled off on his bike…
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Saturday At The Coot
Nice coot-y day made all the more exciting by me waking up wondering what to have for lunch as we're planning on a second pub visit today. Most unlike me to be thinking about food in a positive way – maybe this is the start of eating for pleasure again? H manfully cycled down to…
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It’s A First, Friday
Woken at 5.45am by the sound of Scrumpy's not very delicate paws thundering downstairs for a morning chop-chop, looks like someone slept in with Daddy last night. I, in the meantime, am having a more peaceful love-in with Mojo, who has managed to hang onto her breakfast today. Yesterday she threw it up on the…
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Treading Water
Another day, same crappy shit. Am struggling with the whole 'treading water' thing, which is what every day feels like to me. H gets up and goes off to work, I'm left here, moving incredibly slowly and cautiously from bed to sofa to loo, doing nothing, unable to drive or leave the house, just waiting…
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I Seem To Be Anti Antibiotics
Well, that was an epic fail last night. H added the all-important new antibiotics to my Aciclovir yoghurt and I immediately gagged, retched and had to hang onto the washing up bowl for a while. There's a reason these things come in capsules and it's because the contents are completely disgusting. I'm not going to…
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Dem Bones, Dem Bones, Dem Infected Bones…
Claire popped round this morning, equipped with white bin bags as that was today's need, many thanks. Made me a bit of tuna on bread for break, topped up the water glass, got Scrumpy's ball out from under the sofa, gave her a Jumbone, gave me my tablets in yoghurt, lined up some face cream…
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Monday Nearly-Done Day
Well that's quite surreal. Woke up at 1am needing to turn over, nothing more complicated than that. Managed to get flat on my back but then prevaricated about the second half of the turn as it was likely to hurt and I wasn't yet desperate for the loo. And remembered at that point that I…
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Sunday not a Funday
Woke up at midnight in the cottage guest room, needing to get out of bed for a wee. Beside myself as just couldn't get upright without shrieking due to the back pain. Thought about trying to wee on a towel, but couldn't reach it. Tried ringing H downstairs on the sofa, but his phone was…