T + 12. A Momentary Lapse of Self Absorbtion

03/03/2013

Hb:    8.2    (-0.9)
Wbc: 1.73  (+1.42)
Ntl:    1.43  (+1.22)
Plt:     18     (-3)


Weight: 82.5kg

Not completely unexpected last night was another night on the tiles, but it started much earlier - I think it was about half past midnight that my temperature went up and I started gettin' down with ma bad self (shaking that is, not...you know). Throat very inflamed felt like I had a spike through it from mucositis so I spent the rest of the night in a bit of a haze getting topped up on Pethedine, Oramorph and Paracetomol every couple of hours (4 for the Paracetomol) and probably until about midday today just sleeping, vegging and waiting for my head to clear. Really hadn't realised how much it took out of me until I got up to get washed and had to navigate round to the bathroom holding onto the wall - luckily it's a small room.

I know it's probably tempting fate to be writing this again but at nearly 24 hours remove and with no recurrence I feel I'm still having an easy ride. When I hear an alarm go off in another room and the clatter of feet as the crash team rushes to help there's just no comparison. Any discomfort so far is sure to be temporary and given the news from yesterdays' and todays' bloods I couldn't  honestly justify feeling anything other than upbeat

Jeannette came in to sit with me on Saturday afternoon which was most sweet and forbearing as in retrospect I very much doubt that I was fit for human consumption - I think she just couldn't wait to get a look at my new baldy man look. She says a tad Bruce Willis - I say Locke the on/off paralysed guy out of  LOST.

Thas right you be checkin' my Swag - fool

24 hours is a long time in this kind of situation (actually one can be) when I went to clean my teeth this morning to get rid of the sickly sweet taste of umpteen doses of Oramorph I was all but unrecognisable. Eyes puffed half closed, big puffy jowls and a lower lip to put Jagger to shame, from water retention and all painted a lovely livid sweaty red but by 10pm you'd never have known it had even occurred.
I marvel at the human body now - the trillions of things that it gets right every hour of every day - the amount of stuff that gets put in me that it would normally do just trucking along on autopilot it's quite, quite miraculous

There is something wrong with me (apart from the MDS) in that for some bizarre reason I allow adverts to get up my nose.  In the normal run of things I never see them because on Freesat you either view pre-recorded or just pause or fwd. TV when the ads come on. I don't have that option in here and he latest furniture chewer for me is the McDonald's ad with the whiny northern teen who won't accept the Mum's dopey looking bowl cut new fella, until the boyfriend offers to take him to McDonald's. Why oh why does he not take the opportunity to crush the little turd and just say 'I wasn't talking to you sh*thead' and just walk out - it would be such a beautiful thing.