Operashun! Operation!

And in goes the Hickman line! Into my lovely vein. Had to get up at 5.30AM (May sue for cruelty) for my operassshhhunnnnnnnnn this morning. All went according to plan. The X ray scanner is super huge and super amazing and I want one and the staff told me all its faults so I can make a better one when I grow up. WIN. So now I have a couple of holes in my chest and neck that keep pissing blood. You'd have thought my body would've worked out by now that my blood is rather precious. Do not have much. Not plenty. And I got blood on my cardy! How annoying. I would rather my blood was in my veins.

Tomorow I have another drilly needle in my hip bone. Yes, that's right folks, I am having yet another bone marrow sample taken. However, they are routine now, and somewhat boring. I may ask him if he can put me a sample in a jar to keep on my mantlepiece. I mean, it's crappy bone marrow anyway, I'm sure I won't miss it.

What else? What else has happened in the over exciting world of cancery Constanze? I don't know really. The nurses liked my shoes. One of them was really fit, a redhead. And they shoved big needles in my boob, sexy sexy. And I learnt how to draw pictures on the pulse monitor, but then they thought I didn't have one so I had to stop. I never seem to have a pulse. Is that a bad sign? Probably. Pulses are overrated anyway. Like the Beatles.

So few platelets at the minute. I think it was 27 at the last count. Normal levels range from 300-500. I am at risk from 'Spontaneous Bleeding', which I imagine sounds more amazing than it is. I feel the need to point out that that's 27 million platelets per cubic centimeter of blood, not 27 in my whole body. That would make me dead. Which, incredibly enough, despite all the buses I've walked in front of, I am not.

I also found out that I am not making any cancer cells at the moment. Those hardcore dasatanib tablets have completely supressed my Philadelpia Annoyingsome. HOWEVER, this has confused a lot of people. I will still be needing all my stem celly times, as the tablets only work for a few months. They tend to stop working. I would not have like to be the person who found that out. Worst. Job. Ever. It just means I am in excellent shape for my free cells. Dr Snowdon kindly gave me the stats of not dying and stuff. 20% Stems cells will kill me. 30% Stem cells won't work. 50% they will! I am hoping for the last option. That is the preferable one.

Ah, I just caught a glimpse of my amazing "About your Hickman line" leaflet. I like the page where it asks 'Will the line affect my sex life?', to which is simply answers 'No, just tape it up and don't yank on it for kinky fun'. Well, that's how I read it. And I cannot play tennis. It's a good job Gorkem doesn't need one!

I think this may be my last post until I go into hospital... I must make the most of my last few days of freedom... Possibly by visiting old Oxford town to scare the freshers, but who knows?...

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