The Battle Of The Test Results

Things are so unpredictable as I go from day to day with no apparent pattern in how my body feels. I had the pain-killers sorted out by Saturday using a “pick and mix” of three types but it did seem to work and reduced the soreness thus reducing the frequency of my trips to the bathroom which, of course, increased the soreness.

On Sunday morning I ventured out to the local shop to buy milk. It’s normally about five minutes each way but with my brain trying to operate surrounded by sawdust the round trip took half an hour and I was shattered when I got back. I was poor company when the family visited in the afternoon.

On Monday I was just tired but today, apart from the head full of sawdust, I seem much better. I went to the village about a mile away and bought food and drink for a few more days but I admit that I used a taxi in both directions rather than walking as I usually do. With my brain out to lunch walking would be dangerous as I’d probably step out in front of some poor driver. Still it was good to get out.

And today I didn’t need any pain-killers until mid-afternoon as I haven’t been particularly sore or on frequent bathroom visits. Does this indicate that the discomfort actually was a local infection and that the antibiotics have worked?

I’ve had a bit of a battle with my local GP practice. I knew that the antibiotics were going to run out today & I didn’t want to leave getting a further course until the last minute so on Friday I rang the Christie to see if they felt more would be needed after today. They said they would want to see the outcome of checks on a urine sample before deciding and could I ring my GP to organise one being taken and analysed. To be fair to the GP their nurse turned up within an hour and picked up the specimen to take to the lab.

I rang on Monday but the results weren’t back. I rang today and they were so I asked if they could be faxed to the consultant at the Christie. This seemed to cause a problem as “we don’t usually do that”. My attempt to explain why it needed to be done before my next treatment tomorrow, Wednesday, seemed to not sink in & I gave up before I lost my temper and said things I shouldn’t. With my brain in its current state that is a real danger.

My wife, Ann, was fuming, rang and raised hell. The document has now been faxed.

So tomorrow I go back for the start of my second cycle and an overnight stay.