This Took THREE Days To Write
I am currently waiting to get my last bag of chemotherapy, which means at 10:30 I will be 1/4 of the way through my treatment! WHO RULES? I RULE! It also means that I get disconnected from the drip meaning that I can walk around like a normal person. (5th of November)
Its 10:56 and my first chemo is done and out the way! YAYAYAYAA. This. Is. So. Exciting. Well it just means I'm a step closer to being a normal chicka again.
Its now 21 hundred hours. My concentration skills and communication skills are rapidly going downhill.
Its now the 6th of November and I have managed to jinks myself. I was put back on the drip about 3 hours after the chemo because I needed a blood transfusion. Then I was unattached and last night I had a slightly better sleep...actually that is a lie. I was woken up FIVE TIMES, yes I did count. Normally I only get woken up twice a night. At 2am for ob's (observations - blood pressure, heart rate, blood oxygen and temperature). Then at 6am for bloods and ob's again. So you would think that would be enough to push me over the edge, but last night a car alarm right outside my room woke me up for a good 30 minutes, then the hospital fire alarm set of because one of my nurses burnt wee jimmy's toast. Don't know why I just said "wee Jimmy" it was just impulsive. And the fifth time was because I needed to pee. I'm only complaining because I'm not a regular night time toilet goer.
So today, I was in denial. I was sitting in my bed, all covers on, with a hot water bottle complaining to my mum I was a bit cold today. Obviously when nurses came in I basically do this every time... (just the first few seconds.)
So I eventually mentioned to my nurse that I was cold and she gave me this look of like "oooh my goodness heaven above what is wrong" - a look of dismay in other words. So I was given a million tests and had to give samples and swabs, and I also had my first X-ray today.
Oh for the love of J! It is now Wednesday 11:15 and I WILL finish this blog today. Good news, the antibiotics have tackled my fever and we have gone from a "very high" 38.7c to a normal 36.6c. Phew. Although I still don't know what has caused the fever (most likely an infection somewhere). But it is completely normal to catch something whilst I am at the no immune system stage. Everytime I go to write about this I forget what this stage is actually called but is "neuro" something. Anyway, if I haven't already I'll nip through a quick run through of what it means. The chemo is designed to kill all my cells including cancerous ones, so before I come out the other side and can go home. I have to wait until my blood counts back up. White blood cells can be the most dangerous when very low. The cells are part of the germ-fighting immune system. They are like little warriors floating around in your blood waiting to attack invaders, like viruses and bacteria. Since I have very little at the moment it means my little warriors are in hibernation just now and can't help me out until further notice. Have no fear, they will be back in town hopefully very soon. They slowly come back up after about a week or so, then after that I am free to go.
This morning things in the shower almost took a turn for the worst. As I put my hand through my hair few more strands than usual came out. I didn't cry but I did stop to think if I could actually imagine myself with no hair at all? The answer was no and the words "bald chipmunk" sailed through my brain. So I am calling all hair dressers. I want to cut my hair very short so that I get eased into it slowly. You don't have to be a hairdresser, as long as you are positive you can make my hair look passable and not too lesbiany. Virtually impossible. Seriously though, step up to the mark guys. Also, I will most likely/definitely cry. Anyway I got out the shower then my doctor came in and said Rach you such a teenager your room is so messy. Obviously I almost burst into tears. He was being completely sarcastic and meant no harm in the slightest. But if someone came in at the exact same time and said Rach I bought you a sausage roll from Gregs, I would also have to hold back the tears because this morning when I came out the shower I was emotional, there I said it okay.
Speaking of Greggs and sausage rolls. Greg McLintoch...That doesn't look right. Oh nut, I'm going to have to google this, how embarrassing. Greg McHugh, apologies. AKA Gary Tank Commander. Who is so so funny. If you have not seen this program and you live in Scotland you must be English or something. But if you are Scottish there are no excuses. Greg if you are reading this feel free to pop in with a sausage roll or a macaroni pie. Do they have Greggs in England? Wikipedia says yes. Didn't know that. Anyway, I have gone so far off topic I can't even remember what I was writing about. As you can see I just write the first thing that comes into my head and waffle on. Sowweee.
Anyway, if you've never seen Gary there he is talking about Greggs. If you ever see him in Greggs tell him my order.
I just had to come back and edit this blog because I did remember Greg did actually tweet me once regarding sausage rolls. Just saying.
Its 10:56 and my first chemo is done and out the way! YAYAYAYAA. This. Is. So. Exciting. Well it just means I'm a step closer to being a normal chicka again.
Its now 21 hundred hours. My concentration skills and communication skills are rapidly going downhill.
Its now the 6th of November and I have managed to jinks myself. I was put back on the drip about 3 hours after the chemo because I needed a blood transfusion. Then I was unattached and last night I had a slightly better sleep...actually that is a lie. I was woken up FIVE TIMES, yes I did count. Normally I only get woken up twice a night. At 2am for ob's (observations - blood pressure, heart rate, blood oxygen and temperature). Then at 6am for bloods and ob's again. So you would think that would be enough to push me over the edge, but last night a car alarm right outside my room woke me up for a good 30 minutes, then the hospital fire alarm set of because one of my nurses burnt wee jimmy's toast. Don't know why I just said "wee Jimmy" it was just impulsive. And the fifth time was because I needed to pee. I'm only complaining because I'm not a regular night time toilet goer.
So today, I was in denial. I was sitting in my bed, all covers on, with a hot water bottle complaining to my mum I was a bit cold today. Obviously when nurses came in I basically do this every time... (just the first few seconds.)
So I eventually mentioned to my nurse that I was cold and she gave me this look of like "oooh my goodness heaven above what is wrong" - a look of dismay in other words. So I was given a million tests and had to give samples and swabs, and I also had my first X-ray today.
Oh for the love of J! It is now Wednesday 11:15 and I WILL finish this blog today. Good news, the antibiotics have tackled my fever and we have gone from a "very high" 38.7c to a normal 36.6c. Phew. Although I still don't know what has caused the fever (most likely an infection somewhere). But it is completely normal to catch something whilst I am at the no immune system stage. Everytime I go to write about this I forget what this stage is actually called but is "neuro" something. Anyway, if I haven't already I'll nip through a quick run through of what it means. The chemo is designed to kill all my cells including cancerous ones, so before I come out the other side and can go home. I have to wait until my blood counts back up. White blood cells can be the most dangerous when very low. The cells are part of the germ-fighting immune system. They are like little warriors floating around in your blood waiting to attack invaders, like viruses and bacteria. Since I have very little at the moment it means my little warriors are in hibernation just now and can't help me out until further notice. Have no fear, they will be back in town hopefully very soon. They slowly come back up after about a week or so, then after that I am free to go.
This morning things in the shower almost took a turn for the worst. As I put my hand through my hair few more strands than usual came out. I didn't cry but I did stop to think if I could actually imagine myself with no hair at all? The answer was no and the words "bald chipmunk" sailed through my brain. So I am calling all hair dressers. I want to cut my hair very short so that I get eased into it slowly. You don't have to be a hairdresser, as long as you are positive you can make my hair look passable and not too lesbiany. Virtually impossible. Seriously though, step up to the mark guys. Also, I will most likely/definitely cry. Anyway I got out the shower then my doctor came in and said Rach you such a teenager your room is so messy. Obviously I almost burst into tears. He was being completely sarcastic and meant no harm in the slightest. But if someone came in at the exact same time and said Rach I bought you a sausage roll from Gregs, I would also have to hold back the tears because this morning when I came out the shower I was emotional, there I said it okay.
Anyway, if you've never seen Gary there he is talking about Greggs. If you ever see him in Greggs tell him my order.
I just had to come back and edit this blog because I did remember Greg did actually tweet me once regarding sausage rolls. Just saying.
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