Acicloeverywhere

Good evening and general bother, I'm going to forget all the things that happened in hospital today before I've even begun to write them and everything will implode and we'll all fall into some kind of 2D universe where whales can walk and pencils can talk and sheep can stalk. I am extremely tired because all day I've been very busy being excited about the new B&M Bargains shop that's opened on the outskirts of Sheffield, it really is the talk of the town (well, city), I must visit there on my next trip up to Yorkshire. It's so big, there will be so many bargains! I imagine my brain might melt with all the discounts but that's nothing compared to what radiotherapy did to it so all is good :)

ANYWAY. TODAY. HOSPITAL. WHAT DID THEY SAY WHAT DID THEY DO GET TO THE POINT CONSTANZE.

It was a little chaotic in hospital today as there was a shortage of haemotology doctors (I overheard a lot of slightly panicked conversations between nurses, ooo, I do hope Mr XYZ comes down from the ward soon, Dr FGH has to go in ten minutes and there's still seven patients left and I can see a hingry bear hovering in lung tests), hence the wait to see Dr Snowdon was one of the longer ones. I passed the time discussing tattoos with various nurses though so all was not lost, one of them took my into a side room to show me the big one on her back, lord only knows what it looked like to everyone else in the corridor! Two hours of ink and edible paper later though and WE HAVE DOCTOR TIME...

... I didn't realise how long has passed since I saw Snowden last. He started rambling about the coronavirus and I was like that was practically YEARS ago, why do you speak of these things? Then we discussed my shingles and I noticed a very amusing picture in my notes, it was basically a diagram of me with my legs spread (quite a flattering one too, the doctor really did make my lady parts look most pleasing) showing all the places where the worst shingles scabs has been. It turns out I could very well get shingles again (NOOOOOOOOOOO) and I have the option of going back on aciclovir to stop it (I used to take it all the time when I was really ill to stop me getting infections). But aciclovir is a mean drug that disagrees with Constanze and makes her poorly. SO. I have the wonderful choice of potentially feeling like shit or definitely feeling like shit. As awful as shingles is, aciclovir is also a bumface and I'm going with the slightly less bummy of the two. I may well reconsider though if I get shin to the gles again, hopefully it was just a random thing (well, it wasn't, Snowden thinks it probably got to grow out of control because my body was too busy fighting the coronavirus but ssshhh if I get shingles every time I get a cold I'll go mental and eat my own eyebrows) and everything will be absolutely cool and fine.

There wasn't much exciting to be found in my blood, just some raised markers for inflammation which isn't much of a surprise considering the amount all my groin and leg swelled up when it was all at its worst. My thyroid is continuing to behave itself and my HRT is still working its magic. I came clean and showed Snowden my tattoo, he didn't look too disappointed, to my surprise he knew all about Rammstein, what a hip and trandy doctor I have. I think that's about all we talked about, he gave me ten weeks off (it would have been less but he's off on holiday, lucky bugger) and I spoke the famous last words...

"OH I'M SO HAPPY I HAVE TEN WEEKS OFF HOSPITAL SO MUCH FREEDOM"

Except this time I didn't even get out of the hospital before my ten weeks of freedom were ruined. I got my tickets for pharmacy and blood tests (just 55 people ahead of me in bloods and 40 in pharmacy, ergh) and wandered around chatting while I waited for my numbers. I eventually went back to pharmacy to see if my drugs were ready yet. I was number 106. They'd already finished 107, 108, 109 and in fact all the numbers up to 116 so ALARM BELLS STARTED RINGING... They didn't have enough dasatinib. Errrgggghhh. They can't post it because it's so potent that Royal Mail refuse to handle it. Eeeerrrggghhhh. SO GUESS WHO GETS TO MAKE ANOTHER 5 HOUR ROUND TRIP TO PICK SOME MORE UP? Oh, that would be me. Annoying, but worse things happen at sea I guess :)

Had a sleep waiting for my blood to be taken, it seemed everyone and their mother and their horse needed some haemostealing today. As I sat down the nurse asked if "I've ever had a blood test before", I nearly fell off my seat laughing. I told her I had leukaemia and they must have taken at least 1000 tubes from me and everyone had chuckles. I only had normal haemoglobin tests today, none of my special cancer ones so I just looked like a normal person. Me? Normal? Ahahahaha.

Then finally, home. I spent about six hours just waiting for things to happen today but it was worth the waiting because I feel like it's been a very productive hospital day even though it wasn't really, I'm just easily amused and a bit delusional. I love hospitals <3

Now it's time to go and eat the extra strong garlic sausage, five counties and half a watermelon that I bought on my way home. All washed down with some delicious Kubus. I really should food shop when I'm tired, my head loses all ability to choose foods that match. Do foods match? Or accompany? I really don't know, the only thing I do know is that I really fucking love garlic. Many things in life are uncertain but garlic has always been at my side.

Bye bye bye bye bye,
Constansleepysleepze :) xXx

P.s Just read that if you take enough aciclovir then it can give you hallucinations. Maybe I'm just not taking enough?

P.p.s Nearly fell in some roadworks today, got a bit overzealous trying to examine some geology. I will never die of cancer, I can't imagine myself dying in any way that isn't completely fucking stupid :S :D

P.p.p.s The haemo crew were having one of those really silly conversations where they all try to out-cancer each other this morning. One was like "Oh, I've had THREE rounds of lymphocytes" and I'm sat there thinking mwa ha ha ha ha I've had six you mere mortal bow down to my cancery supremacy ahahahahahahah! If you're going to get cancer at least do it properly :D :D :D