Cancer 135

Another day in the Combined Day Unit, or cancer ward. As usual I have managed to make the day not drag by reading and writing, but again as usual the strategy has gradually failed as I start to feel more sick and my head gets a little hazy.

I am now at the stage where the drip bags are nearly empty. The nurses keep resetting them for a couple of minutes at a time and I am getting anxious to be off. I arrived at the hospital seven and a half hours ago and have been sitting in this chair for five hours. It is ok when I feel fine, but not now. I am sure some of the sicky feeling is having had two cakes while sitting here. I am my own worst enemy.

There is some messiness around the entry point of my Hickman line, so before I go the sutures will be removed. That is bound to sting a little and not what I want at the end of the day.

I am now being flushed, ensuring all the drugs are in me and hopefully doing their job. Once that is finished I can have the bottle attached, two days of a nuisance, bottle attached to the tube which enters my chest. I have to be careful so as not to catch it anywhere, which rather restricts my actions.

It is also very hot in here, very uncomfortable. Still, I look around and there are several people in a worse state than me. That’s what I have to look forward to. Whoopee.