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 apart, so we're back in late afternoon for the second of three.
Claire popped in this morning. Sat, chatted and watched The Voice. I just can't do much right now. Have had what looks like a lovely basket of goodies from Added Value – Dairy Milk, Sherbert DibDab, gin etc – but not had the energy to open it yet. Will be a massive treat when I can actually try the contents.
Back to Parkside at 4pm. The most painful ever cannula insertion as I am so dehydrated. The first time ever that I've screamed out loud and had tears rolling down my face. This is not progress. After an hour and a half wait for the magic bag of yellow gunk to be produced, drug was duly pumped in and I'm praying it starts to improve my mouth, can't keep going like this much longer.
Back home by 7pm for bit of tv, more milk, bath and early night. This is how we wild bald folks with snakeskin roll.
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