It has taken more time to get though the 'fatigue phase' during this round of chemo and I found that there was absolutely no effort in resting/hibernating for 6 days!!!!!!. I felt somewhat trapped on occasions, as if I was in a parallel universe, watching people around me carry on as normal; working, going out for Valentines day, booking holidays/events and exercising. I found great frustration in any attempt to make any future plans myself, where everything seemed complicated and defined by my treatment.
Valentine's day this year was not spent at Sorrentino's, our favourite Valentines venue; even so, we had a lovely meal at home and a snuggly night in.
I'm pleased to say that I seemed to just 'bounce alive' around the 18th February, and after some household chores and light decorating, I busied myself for a couple of day's with a play date with 'baby George' and his yummy mummy Gill, a long overdue catch up and an FBL (fake bacon and lettuce sandwich) with Taymar, and a late lunch on Thursday(20.2.14) with Sue, a friend I have just reconnected with.
By the Thursday I was feeling a little 'icky' again and I noticed that my PICC line site was feeling a little sore. I think I may have tugged the line a little when I took my pyjamas off that morning and it didn't help that the dressing was quite loose. I did not think much about it until a 'good bye hug' from Sue, made me realise that the soreness from the PICC line site was getting worse. So after a call to The Talbot Butler Ward, I was sent to A&E to be assessed. A Spanish Nurse, from Madrid undertook my obs' and a chat in Spanish, was comforting and helped distract from it all!
An X-ray revealed that the PICC line was indeed coming out and as such it was taken out totally. I was discharged after 4 hours, following blood tests, but not before leaving a couple of bowls of vomit behind. Poor 'Vivian', wasn't impressed with me, I just didn't have enough hands or time to move all of the hair away! Vivian has since been treated to some Johnsons' baby shampoo and will receive her first hair wash tomorrow. I can't believe that the shampoo cost £2, when the Shampoo I ordinarily use costs a small fortune as my guilty pleasure.
My mind continues to seek to do more things that my body will allow, and even though I thought I was listening to my body and taking things easy, I know that my cells need more tender loving care to regenerate, so I consider myself well and truly 'grounded'.
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