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…
an extra blanket
some more milk in my tea
just one sweet
another ball of wool
a Sunday roast
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?’