And in goes the Chemo!

Yes, that's right, after days of drips they're finally actually putting the chemo into me! One the first day of drips I reacted quite badly to one of them, I was so ill, it was right horrible. Luckily though I was better by the next day. The current one I'm on makes it feel like you're about to sneeze... Which is... Interesting. Better than pain, worse than bacon. Oh great, I've started myself off again. Damnit. Oh well....

The chemo comes in its own mini black bin liner because it does not like light. Very goth! I currently have 4 bags of various substances being pumped into me, the chemo is just one of them. A whole medley of drugs. I have to take so many tablets! About 25 a day! Many many! Billions! And then some. And not forgetting my twice daily shot of thickened wee, and the jizz syringe. Sexy.

Ah,now for the big news. The big exciting news. I am on a fluid balance chart, and they're letting me do it myself! This means I have to write down everything I drink, and, joy of joys, measure all my wee and poo in a jug! It is a very fun job, sort of. I have never been so closey aquainted with my own excrement.

I also just spilt orange juice on my bed and it looks like wee. Why me?...

Apparently my favorite doctor (The Hungarian one- He moved up to first) has done a runner and driven off back to Hungary for an unknown reason. This makes me have a sad face. His replacement is considerabley less Hungarian, and a lot more middle aged woman. I ope I am not to blamefor this,as he had been to see me the day before. Maybe he couldn't cope with all my awesome. Or something like that.

My gran came today and brought FOOD. YESSSSS. She made me lemon chicken and it in turn made my life. And she made oily cooked bread and scones and yayayay happinesss yayayayayayay yayyyyyyyyy yayyyyyyyyyy :):):):):):):):):):)):)) HAPPY HAPPY and you get the message. I am not yet off my food. This is good. As I write this, I am on the last jaffa cake of the packet. I had to eat them because I ate all the scones my gran had made within an hour of her leaving...

I am starting to get very sleepy... Damn drugs. They had better watch out when I am better. BACON. That's not a threat to them, just my stomach expressing its desires. How does one threaten a pharmaceutical? That is spelt very wrong, sorry Marcy... Or is it? It turns out I don't know, as I am a physicist and I don't use words to do vector calculus.

*sigh* Per usual I can't remember anything important that's happened. I go over to Weston Park on Sunday for three nights for radio. I might even get to meet another teenager with cancer there! Wooo! Exotic.

OH.I got a rash this morning! It's gone now, but for a while I was all blotchy and red. Not the sexiest of looks, I must admit... I can't wait to be bald now, my wigs are so bloody amazing... Imagine every bag of haribo in the world in a pile and they're even better than that! AND more colourful!

So sleepy...

Apologies for the shortish post, but sleep is dragging me away, like James has to when we walk past that sweet stall next to Sainsbury's...

Laters folks!

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