Good luck mate.4 days to go
And it’s been a bad one. It seems a decent day is followed by a downturn. I slept until around 12 after yesterday’s exertions. I was due a phone call from the hospital and then had to get into Durham Hospital for stoma marking and a port flush.
Then the pain started. I don’t get it. There’s nothing in there. I took the phone call talking about logistics for next week and managed to grit my teeth while the Sister was talking and managing a she couldn’t tell I was in pain response in between.
Then off to bathroom for vomit time. The first half dozen wretches were just noise before a pathetic amount of puke came up.
I only had liquid yesterday. The hole in my belly has completely healed up. There are no more than a few bubbles of condensation on the new bag I fitted this morning.
So the stoma nurses are coming here Monday and I still need a CT plus a port flush. Then the big one. Another trip to London for an overnight. Once I get to St Mary’s on Tuesday then all this is over. It’s gown on. Knocked out. Crack on and fix it. Or at least let me be able to eat again in the future.
I am missing it.