Today July 17th I woke up and for the first time in days felt more normal. I had energy. Got up made myself two fried eggs for breakfast on sourdough, ate them at the kitchen table while catching up on the Sunday papers and thought to myself, “ I remember this feeling”. I then pottered around the kitchen , even made a banana and cinnamon cake for Hope, she loves that one, ordered a new microwave that I should have done 12 months ago ( great excitement, it’s being delivered Friday) and got around to measuring the garden gate that is completely rotten and almost hanging off it’s hinges and found a website that will custom make a new one and at a very reasonable price at that.
So, when I metaphorically skipped to the hospital for 11.15 ( Hope, Huber drove me) to have my bloods taken and check my port was healing ok I was feeling chipper. The nice nurse took bloods using my port and it didn’t hurt one bit. I was amazed and thrilled how brilliant it was. So quick painless and clean. We, Hope and I, then sat around and around and around waiting for the results to come back. I had to add to the meter twice it was taking so long.
This is how dull it was waiting, this was our view!!
And this was Hope’s face at the wait!
By the third time of adding to the meter I was beginning to get like an antsy spoilt child who just wanted to go home and didn’t care. Funnily enough I think the staff caught onto this and all of a sudden my results appeared…… I was still full on energy and was expecting them to say all was looking good when what they said was my blood count was very low. “Really? How could that be?” But hey ho it was there in black and white. 0.3 when it should be 1.
So what next? Well I have been given 4 preload syringes so that each day at 1 pm I have to inject my tummy with, to help my bones make more lovely blood cells. Don’t think I’ll be doing it to myself. No chance. No help from Hope either me thinks. Granny Annie or Nurse Annie on this occasion to the rescue. They gave me one before I left. What’s odd is I still feel so much less tired but have to watch out for bugs and germs. Need to do some exercise I am also told. Dog walk in the morning it is then.
It is now almost midnight and the bloody side effects of this drug has kicked in, low bloody back pain. Really? I need this like a hole in the head. Just got the number two situation under control, and now I have another issue. Let’s hope paracetamol help otherwise it’s going to be yet another long night.
Onto nicer issues as I feel I’ve done a lot of moaning of late. Doramy ( my sister in law) and Sabastian ( my nephew) came to lunch, arriving as we got home, and with them came a delicious lunch and a rather nice chilled bottle of white wine. We, including Hope, sat in the garden and had a very jolly time eating a scrummy salad followed by strawberries and macorons for pud. My mind was taken off the bloody blood count and normality resumed for a short while. It was heaven.
Anyway that’s another day over and another day closer to the end. Still got hair but expecting to find it on my pillow any day now! Had a thought, might do a Boy George and paint patterns on my head. Note to self, find face paints in the morning!
Glorious Day 