I shoulda taken the shot – sleeping jab that was on offer!
Now 2.40am and wide awake.
It’s the combo of steroid infusions, hunger and short days that’ll do it.
So here’s an update of sorts, since I haven’t blogged for a bit.
Not that I haven’t wanted too or thought about it, just being in “ISO” isn’t the most inspiring of situations.
But real quick…. my isolation phase of treatment is OVER.
Isolation Phase? Why? What happens?
After the big hits of chemotherapy and associated meds, one’s immune system takes a real hit. So you’re essentially closed into your room and any potential nasties are kept out.
Your clothes are taken away (smalls allowed) and you are issued with bio sealed hospital scrubs
each day when your bedding is changed and room cleaned.
It’s all glamour.
Oh and you are given specific tonic / vodka / wash and NO teeth brushing allowed!
Gross I know, but one slip of a bristle on your gum and oral hygiene is melting pot for potential infection risk.
So with bloods taken at 6-7am each morning, and numbers presented by Dr Fedorenko by 10am you know where your at and your only job is to chill and let your body do it’s thing and rebuild.
Sure there’s a shot in the arm and a few infusions, but no discomfort and all for the greater good.
Boredom? Yeah a bit, but big picture stuff really, and if I was home with summer temps of 30+ I’d probably be in my A/C binge watching Netflix there. Same but different.
So with my rise in numbers today, I got my clothes back and could brush my teeth. Bliss.
Even though I’m now technically allowed out of my room, I’ve become accustomed to my bubble and didn’t venture out to the patient lounge till after 7:00pm (masked up) and chatted to a few other releasees! Baby steps.
I’m still kind of weak but am managing fine and working on some stretches etc. just to keep things moving.
There’s also a physio / rehab portion to the hospital not far from my wing – so there may be an opportunity in the coming days to get some attention from there, which’d be great.
So, I’m getting the job done and I’m even allowing a little thought to *heading home* which is hard while I’ve been working so hard on being present. Not going to beat myself up about it though.
A few more adapted procedures are still to happen with my bespoke protocol over the next few days, but nothing I can’t manage.
Also, my sister is currently at approx 35,000ft on her way to come get / see me and have a wintery Christmas together. Can not wait for Sunday afternoon when she’s due to arrive.
So that’s me for now, and maybe sleep will overcome me toot-sweet.