Moniek has become quite an expert at giving the jabs, while I become a pathetic, whimpering jelly every time she opens her medical bag. At the clinic, the nurses all have funny stories to tell about big guys who feinted upon sight of a needle. I don't get the joke.
Until last week Moniek could visually deny that I've got cancer, but no more. I'm starting to look really sick: my eyebrows and eyelashes are thinning, I've got big dark circles around my eyes, and patches of my thin white skin are being burned brown from the inside. My arms and legs are wasting away, but my belly is expanding due to my Mr Creosote (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RLpBiy07cso) appetite.
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... and not just Mr Creosote ones!
Despite appearances, the fantastic Dr Hsieh was encouraged by my latest blood results and gave me the last round of the 2nd chemo cycle on Thursday. The nurses fixed some technical issues with my pipe and dripped in a bag of B. My temperature soared that night. Moniek checked me 10 times in 3 hours. We got worried and phoned the doctor directly at 10pm. He never switches his mobile off, and encouraged us to call 24/7 if we're concerned about anything. What can I say?
It was just a fever, and I've now cooled down to 'normal' post-chemo levels. This morning I was 'better' (ie 'better get a bucket, I'm gonna throw up'), but again managed to hold it all down and returned the bucket unused. I've been 95% bed-ridden, and plan to sweat it out horizontally tomorrow before I build myself up to an important lung test early next week.
Today's country classic http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zc4e-HdlhPY is for my special nurse Mo and any woman who's had to look after a pathetic sick bloke. Check out the creepy waxwork compere ... and watch how Tammy keeps a straight face as she sings the immortal line "because, after all, he's just a man"!