At last, yesterday early evening, I escaped hospital. The doctor had told me on Tuesday that I was 99.9% certain to be able to leave yesterday, but I didn’t tell you lot because I didn’t want to tempt fate, particularly as that 0.1% has a nasty habit of proving vital… And it seemed as though it was once again going to ruin everything, when my morning blood count showed an increase in one of the liver counts. I got sent to Scanning for an ultrasound scan… but fortunately it was fine. So finally I was given the All Clear, and rang Sue, who very kindly drove up and brought me down to the South Coast.
My arm is still proving quite difficult to straighten entirely (due to the PICC line), though it generally isn’t as sore as it was. Partly that may be due to the poultice I had on it (looks like mud, smells like Vick’s) for 24 hours, or perhaps my arm is getting used to it and the mechanical irritation (that’s the technical term) is easing. I have to go back on Monday, to the Day Unit, for a blood test, particularly because that liver count was a bit up, so I think Michaela’s going to have another look at it then and might have to take it out (boooo!).
Excitingly, it seems I should be able to make it to the OMV Autumn Drinks Party on Friday, which I am very pleased about. My legs aren’t as strong as they used to be, though, so if you’re there and I insist on using a chair, don’t take it personally.
I have lots and lots of emails to catch up on, so I’ll slowly work my way through them – if anybody needs to know anything urgent then let me know and I’ll try to get back to you asap.