Good Morning

It’s 8:11.  I’m up, showered, and eating a yoghurt with a digestive biscuit because I haven’t got a spoon and room service is obviously slacking and my breakfast order hasn’t been taken yet.

I should be going home tomorrow! YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

The doc said yesterday about me going home today, and I was thinking if you want to see B produce enough kittens to drown us in here okay then.  The night nurse was the Bone Marrow Co-ordinator and she said at the beginning of the week the aim had been Friday!  I mentioned the possibility of today but that I would prefer Friday and she said it definitely wouldn’t be today because they need to observe temperature for 24 hours after antibiotics to make sure it stays down.  Well that’s a weight off.

When I told B what the doc said he stared and then said ‘No, Friday – I have a lot to do!’  Funnily enough I told my Auntie Ann last night and she said when her and Uncle Ray came to see me when I had the stem cells harvested there was a dazed looking man got in the lift with them leaving the unit who said ‘Well that was a shock!  She’s coming home tomorrow!  I’ve got so much to do!’

I got to go outside yesterday – outside.  The nurse in the afternoon had said that if I wanted I could go for a stroll round the unit and I was a little oh, okay, or I could even go off the unit for a wander between 18:00 and 20:00 because it’s very quiet then.  So when Auntie came we were going to go for a coffee but I decided to untangle some wool first so when we set off at 19:15 the coffee shop was shut so we just went for a wander around the quieter day unit areas of the hospital.  I had my pump in one of the gift bags I use for my knitting as I thought if I used it as a clutch bag I’ll end up bouncing it along the floor.  I got dressed.  I only had boots with me as I don’t do slippers but I wouldn’t have felt comfy wandering round in my jim jams anyway.  But you know what I did feel relatively comfy doing (following a brief discussion before we left the room) walking round with hardly any hair.  I was a little self conscious a couple of times.  We ended up at one of the back doors and went and stood in the fresh air (which was so good) and I could feel the slight breeze on my head and then caught a glimpse of myself in some glass and had a little ‘Oh, I have no hair’ moment.  I know I’ve mentioned this before but I really cannot explain how strange this is to me.  I thought I’d be wearing the wig in the house and if I had taken it off and had to answer the door would be rushing round to find it first.  I would never go for a night out with my hair up it always had to be flowing.  Maybe it’s because I have felt quite crappy at times that it just doesn’t matter now I’m feeling so much better.

So I’m looking forward to being back in my own bed, B being off next week

‘Can I have…

a spoon

an extra blanket

some more milk in my tea

just one sweet

another ball of wool

a Sunday roast

another sweet

a fresh cup of tea

some lime cordial just a hint with some cool but not cold water

my pillow plumped

my feet rubbed

some homemade soup’

‘Well, I really don’t think there was any need for that!’

Speaking of homemade soup, one of the lovely Health Care Assistants, who knits, and I were discussing soup yesterday and she was saying how clear soup would be good like chicken noodle.  All B would have to do is cook the chicken… HAHAHAHAHAHAHA  I mentioned it to B. 

‘Where do I get that from?’ 

‘Well you need to cook a chicken’

‘What, well you won’t get that today.’

‘You mean I might get some tomorrow?’ 

Apparently not.