Well… My first two days back in haven’t quite been as smooth as I might have hoped… I had occasionally felt a little rough in the days before I came in, but it was only slight and I put it down to natural chemo-provoked nausea. However, on Sunday I felt a bit worse, and progressively so as the day went on. What’s more, my temperature started climbing, so I wasn’t all that surprised when the evening saw me throwing up and spiking a temperature of 38C. I did feel pretty horrible then, but some anti-sickness and antibiotics did the job, as I then slept like a log and felt fine when I woke up this morning. And my temperature was back down! So that was a relief. I still have a neutrophil count of 1.6, which means I’m not neutropaenic, so that probably helped, too.
Not much else has happened, apart from Europe winning the Ryder Cup (yay!) and Pompey finally losing and conceding a goal (boo!) – I’ve been sleeping quite a lot, perhaps due to the relatively heavy load of chemo I’ve been for the past few days. Tomorrow is the final cytarabine before a few days off.
Sadly the internet is still not flowing on the ward, though it is still in the pipeline. Ho-hum.