Ok. So, at 7am I got my steroids, my MDT (long acting opioids - which they are upping to 20mg twice a day), pregabalin, paracetamol and other assorted meds. By 8am I felt about 30% better with the pain and my heart rate had dropped. It’s probably down to a pain score of about 4 now which is totally manageable. Why are nights so bad??
I honestly think the oramorph is a waste of time. The pain doctor is coming to see me later for more tweaking when I get back. Discharge is dependent on how I am. Was taken by ambulance to the UCHL, I’m on floor 5 and it’s really very nice. It’s very clinical but everyone is very kind. Unfortunately they have to pump yet more fluid (3 litres) into me, because the cisplatin is very hard on your kidneys (it’s gem/cis I’m having). They are confident my body will find its way back to an equilibrium after a couple of treatments. Hope so as it’s actually disabling to be so blown up, and kills any capacity for an appetite.
Here I am, didn’t actually think I would make it. Had a word with myself and thought, no, fuck it, you cannot fall at the final hurdle. You HAVE to do this. I know I do, for Kerr and Jacob, and for me too. I have literally nothing left to lose.
Here’s me and my puffy ankles waiting to start. Still in my M&S sliders as no other shoes currently fit. Onwards!!!