Cancer 183

Well, that wasn’t fun. A night of wakefulness, abdominal pains, and the serious thought that I would phone the hospital and go in for help. It was a little frightening. Pressure had been building up around my abdomen for a day or so, but it didn’t really hit until last night. You know the feeling when you just want to eject things from front and back (or in my case front and front), but it just wouldn’t happen. It was perhaps the most uncomfortable I have been since recovering from the operation.

My instructions from the hospital are to phone them whenever I get symptoms, or when my temperature is high, obviously because I am vulnerable. Fortunately, my temperature was normal. I spent most of the night downstairs, and went up to bed about 0800 (getting upstairs was a struggle. Another thing to look forward to as I decay), managed to get a little sleep, and got up around 1200. I still feel pretty awful, but I have eaten some apple puree. There’s nothing wrong with baby food. I didn’t use a bib.

I had to get up as we have an ill cat. It ate something dodgy and has ulcers around its mouth. It was a bit touch and go yesterday. If its kidneys had failed then boom, that would be it. Its kidneys were fine, so it spent overnight at Rotherham being observed and the vet phoned this morning to say it could come home, so I have to convert myself from sick person to someone capable of driving to Rotherham – until yesterday, I had only been to Rotherham once in my life, cycling from Sheffield along the canal in 1996.

We had been planning to go away this week for a couple of nights to Suffolk, but that was cancelled because of the cat. So not only have we lost the price of the two nights (no one insures me), but there is also the mighty vet charge for cat treatment. There are more important things to worry about than money.

It’s ok, please feel free to ask about the health of the cat rather than me. I am used to it….