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| Well, another chemo hospital trip done. It was all fairly straightforward really. My oncologist said some of my liver levels had come down a reasonable amount but I dunno, I was kinda hoping for more. Maybe I'm just too optimistic. They are going to do a fourth dose and a scan then reassess from there. I saw my old liver doctor and he's convinced I have this liver condition so he wants to experiment on me which I am totally cool with, experiment away. He chatted for ages about all this stuff and then before he left he looked at me seriously and said 'you're very brave you know'. I burst out crying when he'd left the room. I don't really know why. I've got to keep that positive outlook going though, it's essential. Embarrassing incident number 1:- During one night I was feeling pretty awful, I woke up at 3 and just felt shit. Now, I don't know if I'm alone in this but I'll soon find out. When I'm stressed or a bit ill I have a comfort thing where I pop my hands down my pants and just generally mess about with my cock and balls. To be clear here, I am not talking about wanking. It's just comforting to put my hands in my groin, I don't know why. I sit on the settee most nights with my hands in my pants, which surprisingly doesn't appall the missus. Now normally the nurses knock before coming in to your room. But it was half 3 at night and they were just doing their checks, I saw the crack of light but too late, my groin is in line of sight from the door. I removed my hands but she saw it, I know she saw it, and I know she knows that I know she saw it. But we just pretend nothings happened. She made some efforts at chat, I made some hesitant answers before she departed, no doubt to tell every member of staff on the fucking ward. SHIT. Embarrassing incident number 2:- On the last night (I lasted until the last night), I felt a twinge and unplugged my pump and started wheeling towards the bathroom. Unfortunately I had a room with a metal strip across the floor under the door. Which required lifting the wheels of the drip to stand to get over it (very annoying). This added two seconds that I just didn't have. And I promptly shat myself. Once again I kept containment within the pants and shorts (well, mostly) so it wasn't too bad a clean up job (although wiping yourself clean at half 3 in the morning is just rubbish, they had a biday in there but I dont like those things. I used the molten brown shower gel with some toilet roll, I smelled very nice afterwards. I popped my shitty items in to the cupboard. Nurse searching for my bag of pills the next day gets to the cupboard before I can, opens it, finds the carrier bag but MUST have been hit my the waft of shit. She didn't say anything, bless her. Had an absolutely terrifying taxi driver on the way home, turkish fella who weaved in and out of traffic at the most inappropriate moments and fucking busted along on any stretch of open road. Scary scary man. He was a very nice bloke, just shouldn't be on the road. I started some more poems but they are in my case somewhere, I'll pop the finished items up a bit later. | ||
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| ask the nurse if she's seen two girls one cup! if she has - then you no longer need be embarrassed as she may enjoy shit stuff; if she hasn't, well, erm... if she looks it up she'll think your weird.
probably a bad idea actually, forget it. hopefully they've probably seen worse anyway so it'll soon be forgotten. | |||
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