Sometimes you think that you are Immortal and indestructible, you know you are not but you think you are, if you know what I mean. This also goes for recovering from chemo sessions, just because you are mentally strong and tough does not mean to say that physically you can recover quickly enough for your next session. Session No 3 took some time to feel better however feeling better is not necessarily a reflection of what is going on inside as I found out yesterday when my blood results came back. It looks like my either my red, white or platelet count is low so I need to wait another week before I can try again. I've a feeling that because my nose has been bleeding slightly that my platelet count is low. I'll try to find out later today since I need to collect a prescription and PICC dressing supplies from the Daycare ward.
So do I need a new game plan? Am I working too hard, doing too much, not sleeping enough or not eating the right things, or a combo of the lot?
I'm certainly my fathers son, Abdul The Bull is what they called my Dad when he went off on one, strong as an ox but soft as muck and the loveliest man you could ever meet. We miss him so much. And yes he would be handling this exactly the same as I am now, but that does not mean to say it is right.
So where now? Ease off work, do less and eat smarter? I know that I can not resist pushing myself, I'm awake early this morning typing away on this blog and since my treatment has been cancelled I will be off to work, but just for the morning. The forecast is dire for the weekend so at least that will temper things back a little and reduce any temptation to push myself physically. So there is no doubt I will be reasonably inactive over the next few days which may give me a chance to rest up. Being house bound will bring it's own problems however since I'm surrounded by sickness with both Sue and Anne having nasty colds and the waiting room yesterday at the hospital was full of people coughing. If I last 6 months without catching something it will be a miracle. So as you can see I'm a disappointed, deflated unhappy bunny at the moment, who's not as tough as he thought he was BUT the good news is that as if by magic the slack in my PICC line has gone back into my vein. Time to get up and get ready for work.
Update 19.20
I called in for a pint Tetley's Smooth at the Parish Oven on the way home from hospital and also had 1/2 of medicinal Guinness. For tea I have had Lamb's liver and onions with Mash all of which should put some lead back in my pencil and boost my iron levels. Let's hope it does the trick
