Done and dusted! Five-sixths of the way there (hmm… not a particularly neat fraction). This week’s star guest was my lovely friend Christine, although she did draw the short straw it seems as I managed to conk out early doors and slept pretty much throughout my whole treatment. Well, if they WILL put me in a comfy bed with a blanket, dose me up with anti-histamine and bring me tea (apologies Kaz in advance for the rock and roll session that will be chemo number 6).
After the fun and games of last time (neither fun, nor games to be clear), I’ve decided to nip this side effects business in the bud with cold hard drugs and a structured going to bed routine so I can sleep properly. So last night it was a hot bath, followed by a blow dry of the remaining old lady hair wisps, a hat warmed on a radiator and ear plugs (2nd year Biological Psychology taught me that if you warm your head before you go to bed you’ll get a better night’s sleep – there’s 3 years of unwasted education for you RIGHT THERE). Followed by….
Paracetamol and ibuprofen – stop that pain before it even arrives
Dom Perignon (not the real DP…) – stop that vomiting before it arrives
Nystatin – a lovely little number that tastes a bit like Aftershock or Sambuca without the alcohol and will hopefully stop that awful sore mouth business (fingers crossed into tiny little knots)
Benylin Drowsy – to knock me out good and proper
Next thing, it’s half 7, the cat’s appeared on my bed from nowhere, the first night’s sleep is done and the next round of drugs are lined (with the Benylin in the morning being replaced by steroids to fatten me up even more). Now, if I can just maintain this for the next two weeks I’ll have nailed it. Heck, I hope it blooming well does. And if it doesn’t, I’m off to book myself in for a nice little reflexology session…
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