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| Well Hello again, I'm back from hospital again, another stint of chemo over with. The doctor was really pleased with the blood results they did before starting the second session, apparently I have recovered brilliantly, two of my liver enzymes are significantly down and my blood is topper so he was very happy. Which obviously made me very happy. So he increased the toxicity and we cracked on. When I was talking to the nurse I got a handle on just how potent this stuff is, she said it's about as strong as bleach and if the canula slipped out my vein I would get very serious burns. Scary stuff, and litres upon litres of that are rattling round my veins. Brrr. Unfortunate side effect is it discolours and hardens your veins which means they can't use them again so I think next time they are putting a central line in. I was terrified about that as they suggested it would be a tube in my arm that is then pushed round to my neck. urgh. But there's three methods and one involves a minor op where they insert a plug under the skin in your chest in to one of your giant veins around the heart. It doesnt need to be cleaned or owt and it is a 20 minute op and they can just plug everything in to the chest by popping a needle through the skin. Feels a bit weird like some kind of cyborg, or those heart plugs in Dune but I can have baths as normal (which you can't with the other central line methods) and basically it's just like a smartie under the skin. Apparently it's what Kylie had for her chemo so if it's good enough for kylie..... It all generally went to plan. I tried a new sleep sedative in hospital that they prescribed me, zopoclone. I was on the phone to the missus after taking it and it kicked in while on the phone, my hands and feet went numb and I had to get off the phone straight away. What followed was like a whitey from weed. I lay in the dark and got in a major panic 'urgh, death, pain, the future' which was terribly unnerving. For some reason it took me an hour to have the idea of sitting up and turning the light on, which made everything ok again. Brrr, not nice. I didn't sleep much in hospital. All the staff were fab though, I'm becoming a known face in there and they all think I'm a sweetie, which is nice. I even got double pots of ice cream and stuff. I could really feel the stuff thumping round my veins at one point, it was maybe more of a psychological thing having been told how strong it was but I felt like I could feel it in me. But, all home now and I'm feeling good, the physiotherapist gave me lots of exercise to do to get some endurance strength back so I'll look forward to starting them. So, just see how the next week and a half goes now, hopefully I'll continue to take my poison well and it might have a good effect. they are doing a scan next time and I hate the scans, they are nearly always bad news so I dread them, absolutely dread them. But that's to worry about in the future, not now. I'll blog again soon, I have a red hot arsehole from piles and the shits so time to hit the settee again. | ||
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