So they told me when my last bit of treatment was done, I'd pretty much be able to go home. I was an excited kitten. Sleeping in ones own bed and all that. Well, the last slow bag of fluid crawled into me and I had a good nights sleep, all ready to be up and out the next morning but, shock horror, I had changed...
Monday, 6 October 2008
Into the incredible puking man! I was woken at 6 (as normal), loaded with anti-sickness drugs and then proceeded to spend the morning feeling nauseous and doing some power puking. It was horrible and very disappointing. Apparently, Cisplatin (the drug I had been receiving for the last four days) is a mighty puke maker but the effects could have been dampened by the steroids, which were now done.
So, that was the morning, then in the afternoon to seal the deal my temperature went climbing to 39 and I felt like crud. My head ached and my body felt heavy and weak, so no going home.
Today, I woke up, feeling a bit weird. Temperature was 38.4, so they won't let me go today, but I've been improving throughout the day and not been sick, so with luck, I may get out tomorrow. I must be feeling ok, as I've got the lappy on and am typing this.
Anyway, just a quick post.
Oh yeah, if there is anyone with a blog out there in the blog-o-sphere who wishes to swap links with me, let me know.