I can turn you inside out

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Last week started out promisingly enough, with a relatively uncomplicated call from the district nurse, a lovely visit to see Caro and her Maine Coons, including teeny-tiny mega-cute kittens, and a (again, relatively) pleasant trip to chemo - many chatty ladies in attendance this week; I don't get the full benefit of the chat, since I lapse into a coma as soon as they show me the Piriton, but I can hear it going on around me, and it's better than sitting in stony silence. And I was awake while nurse Debbie was holding forth on how the Fifty Shades trilogy ("I'd started, so I had to finish," she said) would make one decent, reasonable-length book if they cut out all the sex scenes. Although even so, I think she was being too kind.

Then I was sick on Tuesday evening. Violently sick. How sick? See title. Other stuff too, but I'm not going into that. It was all most unpleasant, to the point that I wondered whether we should contact the triage team at the Churchill - but Judy said they'd probably just tell us to call the out-of-hours doctor, and you know how well that works, so we didn't.

And that was pretty much it for the rest of the week. I did manage to drag myself out of bed on Friday, to keep my counselling appointment at the Maggie's Centre and talk to a very helpful and efficient lady about applying for Disability Living Allowance, but even so they had to do most of the talking.

I really have trouble considering myself disabled, by the way. Okay, I can barely walk as far as the corner shop, and I'm asleep something like 18 hours a day, but nevertheless ... But if that's the label I have to wear to get the benefits I need, then I suppose wear it I must.

I'm never that sick after chemo, either. I'm never sick at all after chemo. The Carboplatin used to upset my stomach occasionally, thereby necessitating emergency stops at Sainsbury's in Kidlington (they have customer toilets, I didn't just poo in the car park), but all the Taxel usually does is make me tired. Tireder. This was more like food poisoning; but, on the other hand, it's the second time it's happened - the first was when Judy was away and I ended up sending out pleas for help to the internet, pleas that went unanswered as the internet, unlike Faron Young, is asleep at four in the morning - so I don't know.

Nothing new there. I don't know anything much. Certainly nothing useful.

This week? Well, so far this morning my sister-in-law's birthday present has failed to arrive, there was a wet patch on the doormat under the front door (the cats? But the cats are usually so good), and I had a letter from the Inland Revenue telling me I owe them £150. Also the car is leaking coolant as though there were no tomorrow, and we have to go down to Bristol at the weekend.

I do not think I like the look of this week.

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  • FormerMember
    FormerMember

    Cover up your lovely toes Hils and get your slippers in the oven!!!  ; )

    Lots of spoons & hugs xxx

    Roobs

  • FormerMember
    FormerMember

    aww so sorry you have been so sick this time.My Dad thought he got off lightly with three chemos last week until sat night sweating etc and nightmares those platinum ones are harsh arent they.Fifty shades is going to the cancer research shop as it is boring and repetitive i didnt finish it .hope this week is a vast improvement for you xx Paula

  • FormerMember
    FormerMember

    Hurrah for prising a decent (er) standard of living out of this parsimonious, vindictive Coalition, hope you get everything you're entitled to Hilary.

    Food poisoning/ post chemo vomiting, whatever it is, it's ghastly and so debilitating so no wonder you're having trouble walking or even staying awake. And keep those feet warm, that's an order! Not much worse than frozen toes as far as I'm concerned.

    Funny how bills and demands from HMRC always turn up, but pressies don't. Well not funny as such, just sod's law I suppose. My beloved's a victim too, it's never-ending and it's all HMRC's fault for giving the wrong tax codes to two of his (tiny) pension providers. Strange how Vodaphone et al can get away with billions but the couple of hundred we owe is suddenly equivalent to a national crisis. Huh.

    Anyway, I hope this week improves for you. At least it's stopped raining here. For now.

    Love & hugs,

    Twirly xxx

  • FormerMember
    FormerMember

    I am very much hoping that this week vastly improves for you, Hilary ....... sounds like you have had enough to be going on with lately. The chemo / food poisoning sickness must have been dreadful and I hope it doesn't occur again.

    I expect the birthday present will turn up - they usually do. Yes, it's funny as all the bills arrive on time, come hell or high water. Just get onto all these benefits that you are entitled to, never mind the ' job description ' ....... get some dosh to get rid of the Inland Revenue.

    Love 'n hugs, Joycee xxx

  • FormerMember
    FormerMember

    Hi Sweetie,

    I think I said this somewhere else. I am tired and fuzzy headed from too much teaching nonsense but what I can remember is that being sick is not nice ever. I have a phobia about it and that was the thing that upset me about having chemo was the thought of being sick .... so sympathies there. Also, as you well know, I have turned myself inside out on occasions (sossidges) and its not to be recommended. Boo to that for starters.

    I also had a demand for money off the theiving... ah that's the bit I already told you.... How do they expect you to pay it?

    I suggest you tell them you are out of cash, but happy to pay them in vomit.

    Wet patches under doors was probably the rain and wind. Normally I would say do the dab and sniff test but due to the queesiness perhaps not.

    Its all a load of poo and I wish it would all stop right now and nice things happen to you.

    There.

    I have a Peason kitten on my lap as I type so not too envious of squeey baby amin coons. sorry you know i can't teype when tired and now too tired to go acnk and correct so i'll shut yup.

    lots of olove and big hugs to you but not so big they squeeze. ew.

    LM xxxxx