So the Radiotherapy continues. Everyday, I wake up, leap out of bed and wonder what delights the day has in store for me...Oh yeh, it's Radiotherapy day. I've had 14 sessions so far. I've noticed that I've got a mouth ulcers and my neck is starting to look a bit sunburned. Why did no one tell me about these side effects ? Today also sees my 2nd Chemo session as well as the Radio..
My. Mouth and Neck are very sore, So I thought now is a good a time as any, to try out the Morphine. Hey, I forgot about the Codeine I took an hour ago..Where is that Janis Joplin LP....(Again, youngsters will need not only to Google Janis Joplin, but LP as well)...
It's the afternoon sometime and I'm going up the M6 on a Magic carpet. The silver unicorns are leaping in the fields. I arrive in the car park and appear to be sitting in my car. My wife has driven, which may explain the missing wing mirror. We are very early, So she very kindly fetches two coffees. She doesn't like me ordering at coffee outlets. I refuse to say latte or cappuccino.... It's coffee, white or black.That's it. Same as Fries are Chips.....I could mention Metres and Kg's, but I wont
I start drinking, but every sip is quite difficult.... Weird. I can't finish it. So I decided to book in early. I told my wife I would call her when I had finished. I go and get my Radiotherapy out of the way. After that, I stroll into the Chemo Unit and go for the obligatory temperature check. I'm asked the usual stuff..Have I had a cough, have any relatives had Covid symtoms, had I packed the case myself (sorry, morphine induced). As usual I say no, no and no. The nurse takes my temperature. "38.7" she says....(This means nothing to me. I only deal in Fahrenheit. If it's 104, call the doctor). She checks the other ear. "38.8" she says in an alarmed voice. Without a word, I'm taken to a side room. I have not got a clue what is going on.
A nurse then enters the room attired in the latest in PPE. She informs me that my temperature is very high. I said it's 65 below 104, but this just irritates her. I have to go for a X-ray. "Why", I ask.. "Because it's high", which meant bugger all to me. A porter comes and puts me in a Wheelchair. I'm taken to X-ray, by what I can only describe as the scenic route. The walls are bright white, there are no signs It must be the nuclear shelter. Eventually I get to X- day and a voice comes over the Intercom, a bit like the TV series The Prisoner (..Google). I stand hugging this machine and the necessary images are taken. I return to the side room having been wheeled back the same way I came. I open the door to speak to a nurse. She ushers me back inside, telling me that I must say in here. I've guessed that they think I have Covid. I'm told that they have seen an image in my lung and I'm to be treated for Pneumonia. Wow..Another one to add to my CV.
I phone my wife and tell her I've been abducted and not to fetch me yet. She asks why.. I'm not sure myself, but I do have this sinking feeling that I'm to be prosecuted for the theft of one green sock. After about an hour I'm taken to another room. This one has a bed, a tv, the works. I'm not going home it seems. A doctor and his little helper come and see me. I don't have Corona Virus, but I am to be treated for Pneumonia. I feel absolutely fine.
They tell me I can now go onto the main ward, which is a bit of a dissapointment, as I'd sets my sites on this private suite. Please don't let there be a snorer, a smart arse, or even worse, a golfer...........
