It had occurred to me that after a night on a drip feeding a platinum=-based medication into my system I was probably quite a valuable property. I wonder if that’s the real reason why they collected my urine?
I felt much better when I got up yesterday, Saturday, ate breakfast and set off for the village to do my usual Saturday morning shop. I was disappointed to find how weak my legs still were & how my concentration was not what it should be but I did do everything I wanted to without too much trouble.
Half way round the shops I spent ten minutes drinking a coke in one of the cafes but then had more or less to run home with a bursting bladder.
Ann and Jill went out on a street collection for Guide Dogs in the afternoon so I had a sleep before cooking a roast dinner. The trouble is that my appetite has gone & I had to force mine down. By that time I was shattered again so left the ladies to clear up and had another sleep.
By mid-evening I felt great both physically and mentally & after a glass of Highland Park headed for bed for what I hoped would be a restful night but I was to be sadly disappointed.
My darned bladder had me up about ten or a dozen times during the night so the longest spell of undisturbed sleep I got was about an hour and I woke up this morning feeling like rubbish with a swimming head and a seething stomach.
However this may actually have been a very positive development, the all-night bladder relief I mean, not my feeling horrible. As one of the nurses had pointed out to me, if the tumor starts to break up then there’s only one way for it to get out so drink a lot and piss a lot. Well, I certainly did that last night.
This morning was a very slow recovery with Ann worrying that I am not stuffing food down with my usual gusto but after a couple of cups of tea a couple of the pills they sent me home with and a bit of a sit I did enjoy a crumpet with lashings of butter and honey accompanied by another drink, coffee this time.
Anyway honey must be a great aid to recovery as I managed to push the Hoover round quite happily.
This afternoon may be hard work. Around midday Jill’s son and his partner are dropping in and then later my son Ian and his family will arrive. I hope I’m not a useless lump of dead meat when the granddaughters are here.
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