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Thursday already?
Doesn't time fly when you're having fun… or are tethered to a bed and can't escape… Quiet eve last night apart from the endless clicking of the IV which they insisted ran all bloody night. Pain in the arse being attached to the bed with the alarm going off every time I bent my elbow,…
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Wednesday so far, not so good
Wobbled my way with H to see Prof this morning. Immediately sent to the bedroom off the chemo suite at CCL to have a litre of fluid dripped in as am unsurprisingly very dehydrated. Doc came to talk about mouth treatment options – just hearing her and H discussing mouthwash made me sit bolt up…
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Tuesday
Mouth still no better. Getting to the end of my tether as have still got the third dose of the mending drug to go today, but not feeling confident it will suddenly clear it all up. Have now not eaten anything beyond milk since last Thursday's tiny supper and just can't see how this is…
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Tell Me Why I Don’t Like Mondays
Rude awakening at 5am, violently hurling the innards of my mouth into the sink. Phlegm, blood, cells, truly disgusting. Dose 1 of the new drug has clearly not yet changed anything in the mouth of horrors yet, so started my 4th day on just strawberry milk. The new drug doses have to be 24 hours…
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Sunday Bloody Sunday
Well, mouth no better yet, but got the all important antibiotic in via half a chocolate mousse and a small glass of strawberry milk. That's my food intake for the day. Am still peeling like I've just had a week on the beach with no suncream, trail of flakes in my wake… Up to Parkside…
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Mouth still gone south
Got some half decent sleep last night but waking frequently to the gluey sore clag that is my mouth, painful swallowing around the explosive ulcer field. Am very, very thirsty but struggling to get anything in – am building up to trying a milky drink shortly. Even if I put the straw half way down…
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Back (Mostly) At Home
The road to recovery is a hard one. Mentally, getting out of hospital means 'bad stuff gone, good stuff coming' but as I write this at 3.30am I think I've already twigged that getting better is going to be a longer and tougher process than I'd hoped for. My mouth behaved pretty well in Parkside…
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Day 16 – Thurs. The Last Day
Awoke just now from the final doze of the night to the magical thought 'Today I Go Home' That homely but glittering prize of leaving these 4 white walls, riding in the car and being wowed by the colours on the common, and finally stepping gingerly back though my front door. From what I remember…
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Day 15 – Wed
Despite the second anti-histamine last night, the omnipresent rash continued to irritate in both senses of the word overnight. Not much kip to be had. First question that shoots straight in my head as I groggily woke up, of course, is 'will I be able to go home tomorrow?' I could argue Absolutely Yes, in…
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Day 14 – Tues
Rubbish night, again. Got about two hour's kip then was up watching Let It Shine and various other bits of iPlayer late night time fill while scratching like buggery. Strange that I needed to sleep in the buff (the head covering, not the nude) as my head is now like Velcro until the last tiny…