Hello there,
Well, I had a rather shit couple of days in hospital but that was mainly due to it being incredibly hot and if you opened the window to get a breeze, incredibly noisy. It wasn't helped by the fact I'm up and down to the shitter all the fucking time at the minute so as this chemo was a 48 hour infusion I had to take the drip stand with pump on (unplugging first) every time. And the bathroom had an annoying metal strip across the floor which meant it took some effort to push the wheeled stand over the threshold and when time is of the essence (i.e. I'm about to shit myself) it's an extra delay I could do without. All the staff were cracking though, really nice and funny and the food was halfway decent so it wasn't too bad. It felt strange having this big bag of poison strung up next to me, slowly being fed in, you're kind of expecting to all of a sudden crease up in pain with vomit pissing out your nostrils at any moment but it all passed off without incident. All my family came down to visit, it was topper seeing them all together, my sister and B-I-L with their two kids and my mam and dad. The older kid is quite a sweety like, very cute. The little un just looks like a baby unsurprisingly, he was only born a few weeks ago, but it was good seeing the chap who has my name as his middle name. It was nice just to have a chat and laugh and a reminisce about old times, even if it felt a bit weird with me in the hospital bed all wired up. My sister and co. were just down for the day but my sister left me a card that she wanted me only to open when she had left. It got to the end of the day and they headed off and I opened the card. My sister had written me the most wonderful letter about things she's wanted to say to me and how much I mean to her and how much she wants me around in the future. I won't go in to details but I was incredibly touched, and still am, I'll treasure it for as long as I live. I've started a couple of letters to her about similar stuff but have never managed to finish them so I made a promise to write one when i got home, which I did. My missus also gave me a card/letter talking about her feelings for me which brought a tear to my eye too. I re-read both the cards so many times over the those couple of days in hospital, I was so deeply touched, if I needed reminding of why I need to try and beat this thing (which I don't), it is right there on paper for me.
Got a posh merc taxi home that the hospital ordered, driver in uniform and all that, thought it was going to be a fortune but was thankfully just 35 quid, felt nice traveling home in style.
So, lets see what this week brings, No real side effects so far, lets hope it stays like that
Someones whistling loudly outside, what a cunt.
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