FINALLY
Just a wee note to say this is turning into the longest week ever. I am so close to the end of my treatment that I literally can't take it anymore.
I have so much stuff planned after I am released from my room you wouldn't believe. I feel like an excited kiddy the night before I go on holiday.
My blogs have been increasingly more and more negative over the past month only because I feel totally drained and fed up of the whole situation and my patience are wearing very thin. One thing that annoyed me was the reality of a theory I came to a while ago. My visitors have slowly decreased. I heard someone say "Well I don't need to visit Rachel anymore because she is better" Okay, yeah, I may be better but that doesn't mean my brain isn't slowly dying from the lack of socialising. A LOT of people lack of understanding of my condition. I may be in remission, but I am still in hospital. Nevertheless my usual visitors Mum, Dad, Granny, Grandad are here pretty much all the time so I can't complain. (Also my close friends - you know who you are).
So I have about a week left in this room which will lead me up to a total of FOUR MONTHS isolation. When its over Im going to pat myself on the back. Im not going to lie I am proud to say that I stayed in here that amount of time with hardly any complaints, to be honest I have made it look easy when it sure as hell wasn't.
Heres a countdown of my final days in hospital.
DAY 1
Today wasn't actually that boring. I watched two films, the first film I have watched since being in here. I watched a lot of Bondi Rescue, Made in Chelsea, and I caught up with the Kardashians. My nurses also gave me a Krispy Kreme doughnut. Apart from that I have pretty much been eating green leafs to get my bloods up asap. Happy words today from the legend that is Dr. Johnson "we are not miles off". Praise the lord!
DAY 2
My blood counts have dropped from 0.09 to 0.05. Out of my control so just trying to forget about it.
DAY 3
I am so tired. Only because I had a really good day. My nurse came in this morning and asked if I wanted to meet the Scottish Rugby team, even though I know nothing about rugby I was like aye please.
So yeah they were really hawt stuff. Then my boys Billy and Laurie came to see me with their new EP. Which is sweet. Not plugging them or anything but go on their Facebook and check them out, they are pretty cool, amazing, beautiful guys. http://www.facebook.com/thekiksofficial?fref=ts
One day down a few more to go. Can't wait.
DAY4
128 days ago I was diagnosed with cancer and I remember saying I can't wait until the day I can go home for good and be finished with my treatment. Now its the 20th of Feb and my doc just came in and told me I can go home so I burst into tears, I am so so immensely happy and proud of me and my family. FINALLY. 4 months in isolation that I can put behind me. PARDY.
I have so much stuff planned after I am released from my room you wouldn't believe. I feel like an excited kiddy the night before I go on holiday.
My blogs have been increasingly more and more negative over the past month only because I feel totally drained and fed up of the whole situation and my patience are wearing very thin. One thing that annoyed me was the reality of a theory I came to a while ago. My visitors have slowly decreased. I heard someone say "Well I don't need to visit Rachel anymore because she is better" Okay, yeah, I may be better but that doesn't mean my brain isn't slowly dying from the lack of socialising. A LOT of people lack of understanding of my condition. I may be in remission, but I am still in hospital. Nevertheless my usual visitors Mum, Dad, Granny, Grandad are here pretty much all the time so I can't complain. (Also my close friends - you know who you are).
So I have about a week left in this room which will lead me up to a total of FOUR MONTHS isolation. When its over Im going to pat myself on the back. Im not going to lie I am proud to say that I stayed in here that amount of time with hardly any complaints, to be honest I have made it look easy when it sure as hell wasn't.
Heres a countdown of my final days in hospital.
DAY 1
Today wasn't actually that boring. I watched two films, the first film I have watched since being in here. I watched a lot of Bondi Rescue, Made in Chelsea, and I caught up with the Kardashians. My nurses also gave me a Krispy Kreme doughnut. Apart from that I have pretty much been eating green leafs to get my bloods up asap. Happy words today from the legend that is Dr. Johnson "we are not miles off". Praise the lord!
DAY 2
My blood counts have dropped from 0.09 to 0.05. Out of my control so just trying to forget about it.
DAY 3
I am so tired. Only because I had a really good day. My nurse came in this morning and asked if I wanted to meet the Scottish Rugby team, even though I know nothing about rugby I was like aye please.
One day down a few more to go. Can't wait.
DAY4
128 days ago I was diagnosed with cancer and I remember saying I can't wait until the day I can go home for good and be finished with my treatment. Now its the 20th of Feb and my doc just came in and told me I can go home so I burst into tears, I am so so immensely happy and proud of me and my family. FINALLY. 4 months in isolation that I can put behind me. PARDY.
Love reading your blog , my bf has aml you've really helped me understand what he is going through :)
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