I’m feeling really low today. Diarrhoeia every time I move and my throat feels almost closed, mouth is sore and coated. I don’t feel like writing or talking. They’re giving me lots of pills and potions to help, but it’s still really horrid.
I was wondering earlier if I’d just drunk all the cleaning solutions under my kitchen sink, whether it’d have the same effect…? This amazing science is pretty harsh.
It’s 10pm and while I’ve been given my blood results, I’m still waiting for a nurse to bring me the neutrophil count.
Hmmm…. they’re now up to 5.1! This is not what’s expected. She said it’s possible that I had an infection, but there’s no sign of one from my temperature. Or it might be that the blood taken today had a lot of IV fluid in it. What do I know? Let’s see what tomorrow brings…
They had also forgotten to give me the GCSF injection around 6pm, so Karen has just given it to me now.
I’m so fed up. Friends are going on holiday or to camp. The weather’s crap. There’s riots in the streets. My mouth is like a pit, not to mention my bottom. I feel so removed from life, from me. I’m going to try to sleep.