It’s in the bones. Part six

 Day 10

My neutraphils have dropped to 0.26 so I’m a bit of a way from going home. They need to be over 1 before that can happen

Promised a picc line today. I know I’m a wimp but I have small deep veins and chemo has compounded the issue. Although an injection into the muscle isn’t a problem for me a needle into the veins is incredibly painful. The Hickman line was removed because it was believed that I would be going home yesterday. Hickman line removal is also difficult as an out patient because it requires some considerable skill. A picc line, however, can be removed by a nurse so the team have agreed to fit one for me.

So the picc line team is on the ward and four have been done but not me. Resources are stretched and I’m now going to have to wait till Monday so that’s three days of painful blood extractions. Buggar!

Bad night. Terrific stomach pains. Paracetamol didn’t work so on the morphine. Safe to say that I had no sleep Friday night and Saturday is a wipeout.

Day 11

Sleep, eat, sleep, sleep, eat and sleep. Neutraphils down to 0.96. 

Emergency across the corridor at midnight. Cries of chest compression and adrenaline. Someone said “good job team”. 

Day 12

The room across the corridor is empty now. I don’t know. No-one will ever say.

Stomach pains have gone but my Scalp hurts; my follicles feel like broken glass. Apparently it’s the chemo; my hair is falling out again.  My neutraphils are back up to 3.5 but I’ve been burnt by rogue data before so let’s wait till tomorrow.

Day 13

Everything is up. Being discharged today; back in the clinic Wednesday for bloods and consultation.

Pharmacist has turned up and run me through a bagatelle of drugs. She explains how long I would need to take them for ranging from 7 days to 12 months. She then pointed out that I would have to take the penicillin for the rest of my life and said “there’s a month’s supply in there. I must admit I was hoping to live a bit longer than that but I’ll take what I can get.


Comments

  1. Kirstie27 April 2022 at 12:44

    That sounds like a rough ride Uncle Steve but still gave us a chuckle at the end. So glad you're back home now. Lots of love and home cooking ❤️

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