Looking into holes. Part fifteen

 You are probably wondering why I haven’t blogged for a while. Well! It’s because absolutely nothing has happened. My temperature is steady, I’m walking now, I no longer need oxygen. Apparently doctors waiting for my immune system to recover and then I will go home for a week before returning to hospital for the second trench of chemo.

I’m trying desperately to think of something new or different that’s happened to spice up the narrative but nope, diddley squat, nada. I have dropped over two stone and now weigh under 11 stone. It doesn’t suit because the weight has come of my chest and my head. I look like a wizened cobbler elf and it’s not a look I recommend. The only way I’m going to build up again is lots of protein and that means chicken and chicken and chicken and potato salad.

A nurse announced to me today that she was going to inject me in the stomach.

“No bloody chance” I replied

“It’s a tiny needle” she responded brandishing her weapon of choice.

“Whoa! Wait a minute. Aren’t you going to numb the area?”

“No! It’s a tiny little needle” she moved in for the jab and I brushed her hand away

“I need to prepare myself”

“Ok!”

“I’m ready, go for it”

“It’s done”

“What do you mean it’s done?”

“I told you, it’s a tiny needle”

I felt such a fool

I’m really missing home and my family but I think I’m becoming institutionalised. Routine has taken over and it’s breakfast, watch Netflix, lunch, watch Netflix, dinner, watch Netflix. Is there a football match on? How do I stay awake past ten to ensure I sleep over night. The straight six hours doesn’t work’ it’s kind of layers of sleep at 20 minutes each per hour until morning and then breakfast. Told you nothing happens.

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  1. Sophie S7 December 2021 at 05:58

    This one went under the radar! Pleased to hear you're off the oxygen and walking. Hopefully you're allowed home soon x

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