Day -19 - Lazy Saturday

After a lousy night's sleep last night - hurting all over - it was time for a mixture of an energetic and lazy Saturday.  I think lazy won.  The day started officially at 6:30 when my alarm went off and I bumbled round the room in a semi-conscious state.  First job was to wrap my catheter area in plastic wrap, not my favourite material to work with.  No problem and, suitably fridge ready, I took a long hot shower.  And so to breakfast.  I think I ate something - darned if I can remember.  My cab to the hospital (no shuttle at weekends) arrived on time and,  after a short wait and a long trudge through largely deserted corridors, I arrived at my chair.  The lovely nurse took a bit of a time getting my injection ready - turned out she was combining two injections in one syringe for which I will be eternally grateful.
I'm glad to say that yesterday's pain has gone away and not returned so I was able to finish the jigsaw I started yesterday, play the guitar until some of my fingers hurt and more or less slept through Casablanca, the African Queen having developed a bit of a warp, I think.
Dinner was a vast amount of Olive Garden Spag bog which I did my best to demolish but with little luck.  Dinner is brought in each night by a volunteer group - I think tonight's was a church group as we were serenaded with proper Christmas carols: lovely!
And now I am heading for bed with a book of math puzzles and the second half of My Fair Lady.  Tomorrow is yet another Zarxio shot or two followed by the arrival of my beloved who is craving a Thai dinner and who am I to say "No.

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  1. AnonymousDecember 13, 2016 at 6:02 PM

    I remember the whole wrap-it-in-plastic thing to shower. P.I.T.A., even with two good hands. Had to have hubbie help me the first few days as I was not allowed to lift my right arm high enough to do it myself. Never used so much tape in my life.

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  2. The John MycroftDecember 13, 2016 at 6:29 PM

    Susan's found some stuff that sticks to skin so it's not so bad. Like you I suspect my right armpit is starting to grow its own ecosystem, though, as it's not very accessible.

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