Woke up with no nausea, but very tired, so I ate breakfast (2 Saus + bacon is still bliss after nowt but porridge), then went back to bed. About 12:50 I decided that I really ought to get up, chemo or not, so I threw back the duvet and got a sharp pain on the LHS of the chest. The Christie hotline promptly ordered paramedics who shipped me off to the MRI, where we kicked out heels for a few hours till the doctor decided it was just a pulled muscle.
I feel a fraud for wasting time, but the Hotline do insist on being informed and taking no risks, and I know one of the drugs is a risk to the heart, so I suppose it was the right thing to do, it just did not feel like it.
But the nausea is less and getting even lesser. If tomorrow is OK, then I’ll be a very happy bunny.
And I’ve just done the calculations, after tomorrow’s morning dose of tablets I’ll be 40% through the tablets and 67% through the infusions.
One detail I forgot to mention yesterday. I’ve been told my manly hairnet is not good enough. I have to wear the head cap to stop lost hair getting everywhere. This now means everytime I go to bed I have to put on my head a pair of women’s tights, with the legs cut off and the holes sewn up. What more can I say!
I’ve kept meaning to post an answer to TJ about my rant on ignorance and knowing. She posted a nice comment, which I gave a joking reply to, but it deserves a bit more. Let’s see if I can manage that tomorrow. Meanwhile, where’s my tights?