Happy Sunday, Monday and now itās Tuesday Iām not a starter finisher. Half job hilling again!
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Allow yourself a whole afternoon to read it in its entirety!
Thank you @Salbert for sharing your epic poem. Iām thinking of following the BOGOF theme with my surgery, Breasts Off Get Others Free.
My PICC line insertion on Thursday was a painless experience. Just the expected sting with the local anaesthetic. Arm ached for 24 hours.
First cycle of treatment trouble free on Friday with the exception of forgetting I was attached to an IV pump and a plug socket and strode off to the toilet . Rather embarrassing as I made an audible ouch as it twanged my right upper arm!
Light, bright unit. Kind and efficient staff. Fed and watered. Phesgo, aside from the needle entering was painless. Had Carboplatin and Docetaxol. Didnāt bother with the cold cap after a conversation with a nurse the day before decided that it wasnāt for me.
Tired in the evening but we had returned home and I wanted to go to B&Q then fancied a toasted sandwich. Prepped it all and turned on said machine. Acrid smoke emerged so had to whisk it into the garden incase it caught fire. Then decided to get a replacement from Argus. Not in stock locally so trip to retail park on outskirts of Brighton. Other shops drew me in- reduced hot water bottles, crinkly bottle like mine for husband (heās now peeing hourly too). Reduced food in M&S, Lucozade in Asdaā¦ Two hours later got home. Sandwich was an anticlimax. Not enough filling!
Slept well Saturday night. Went for a stroll around Wakehurst in the afternoon. Not such restful sleep Saturday and Sunday. 4 hours Steroids stolen it. Been awake since 0300 today so decided that as Iām knackered and aching I wouldnāt go into work. Pangs of guilt about it but no presenteeism anymore. Reminding myself people stay off with colds and plaster casts. Iām not shirking!
Last dose of steroids yesterday. Started filgrastim injections Sunday night. Had been wondering if and when Iām going to feel more rubbish. Aside from feeling shattered from sleep deprivation and aching I thought I was okay. By 4pm I felt like Iād been run down by a bus! Took a sleeping tablet last. 10 glorious hours of unbroken sleep. Bloody marvellous.
Next Tuesday we have my daughterās graduation at the Barbican. Mindful Iāll be in the nadir so increased risk of infection but it is my goal to go. Life goes on and I need to celebrate her achievements and take a risk. It is at 10 oāclock so Iāll be in with the rush hour commuters probably alongside people going for treatments with compromised immune symptoms.
Better get my arse into gear. No festering today. Using my voucher for a free coffee in Greggs and going to shoe repairers.
Iāve done a few commercial plugs today of well known high street storesā¦ I may feel up to going to work tomorrow. See what tonigh yieldsā¦
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