I really wanted my lunch today. You can't imagine what a relief that was, after several days where the most I could do was choke down a piece of toast. And (whisper it) my innards are behaving a little better, though that's usually subject to change without notice.
We've found a thing for recharging my MP3 player in hospital - basically a plug with a USB port, which is only logical - so that's going straight into the go bag. Of course, all this is for a hospital stay that is now not going to happen, but it's almost bound to be useful in the future.
I had to ring JobCentre Plus this morning. I'd had a letter from them to say my medical certificate had expired. Well, no, it hadn't, my doctor signed it on 12 January for 6 months. So I sent their form back, along with a copy of the certificate. Then, on Saturday, I got the identical letter again. I decided I'd better ring them this time. After about 20 minutes of holding music hell (I am going to find a way to travel back in time and kill Vivaldi), I got through to someone. Apparently they can't accept certificates for that length of time. So I'll have to get my doctor to write me a new certificate, and then send that on. *sigh*
I'm seeing my GP tomorrow, to discuss the panic attacks and the new medication I had from the emergency doctor, so we can do the certificate then.
No other major crises. I've spoken to the doctor in charge of the clinical trial and explained to her why I felt I couldn't do it, and she seemed okay. So then all I had to do was wait for confirmation of the regular chemo - and, hey presto, I got a phone call from the chemo clinic this evening, to give me a date. It'll start on 15 May: three weeks on paxitaxol, one week off, another three weeks, and that's it. Inconveniently, that period covers both my birthday (a low-key one this year, I think) and Bruce. I may have to see if we can get our tickets altered to disabled ones; I remember how lousy I felt on chemo last time, and that was with two weeks off between treatments.
Still, I'm not complaining. You never heard a woman so happy to be starting chemo. For one thing, the sooner we start, the sooner it'll be over - and this time, we'll keep on top of them to make sure I get the aftercare I need - and, for another thing, just having a date and knowing that things are moving, might help with the panic.
Day trip to Yarnton Garden Centre today. Do we know how to live, or what?
