5 down one more to go
Sorry I've been quiet, but no news is good news. With this Taxol I had almost normal energy for over a week and I've just gotten on with life and had a good time hanging out with my friends and all that. But, all things pass and we are back to chemo time.
Yesterday I had the second dose of Taxol. When I had the first one the nurse reassured me I would be fine, because allergic reactions usually occur with the second one. Well, here I was coming up to the second one and I must say her words have stuck. The day before, the blue day, had the added stress of being afraid of 'the reactions'.
I needn't have worried. There were no reactions, but it was a really busy day, it being the day before Australia Day, the national holiday of Australia, when everyone has a Barbie (BBQ) and waves the flag. Actually, it celebrates the arrival of the First Fleet (that brought the first convicts) on 26 January 1788, with Captain Arthur Phillip, whose instructions were to set up the colony of New South Wales. Of course for the Aboriginal population this is a sad day – Invasion Day – when they lost their country. There is ongoing discussion whether to put Australia Day to another day, but that's beyond the scope of this blog.
Getting back to yesterday, because of the approaching long weekend, there were only a few nurses to deal with an increased patient load. So, I didn't get to see my DVDs that I carefully chose at the local library, and they let me go home without my strong antinausea pills. I could do without the DVD, but not having those pills really freaked me out. How would I cope over the long weekend?
Alison, who came back from Queensland in time to ferry me around, came to the rescue and went back for the pills, so I could relax. Now she and her dughter Sally are going to Uluru, but will be back on the 29th to take over from Ildi, who is returning to Hungary that day. Do I feel spoilt? You bet I do.
I am also beginining to be tired. Ildi and I are watching the semifinals of the Australian Open tennis, but the cold front is coming through and I am wilting, so it's beddibyes for me.
I am trialing my new pain management regime, and have taken two fairly mild painkillers with codeine, and will step up to the stronger one tomorrow in the hope that it will take the edge off the pain once the high effects of the steroids are over. As I said before, the Prof thought it was a great idea. However, that means I'll probably sleep through the next three days,\.
So, if I am quiet, don't worry, that means I am off with the fairies doing battle with the Taxol queen (or King). And we know who is going to win that one!
Yesterday I had the second dose of Taxol. When I had the first one the nurse reassured me I would be fine, because allergic reactions usually occur with the second one. Well, here I was coming up to the second one and I must say her words have stuck. The day before, the blue day, had the added stress of being afraid of 'the reactions'.
I needn't have worried. There were no reactions, but it was a really busy day, it being the day before Australia Day, the national holiday of Australia, when everyone has a Barbie (BBQ) and waves the flag. Actually, it celebrates the arrival of the First Fleet (that brought the first convicts) on 26 January 1788, with Captain Arthur Phillip, whose instructions were to set up the colony of New South Wales. Of course for the Aboriginal population this is a sad day – Invasion Day – when they lost their country. There is ongoing discussion whether to put Australia Day to another day, but that's beyond the scope of this blog.
Getting back to yesterday, because of the approaching long weekend, there were only a few nurses to deal with an increased patient load. So, I didn't get to see my DVDs that I carefully chose at the local library, and they let me go home without my strong antinausea pills. I could do without the DVD, but not having those pills really freaked me out. How would I cope over the long weekend?
Alison, who came back from Queensland in time to ferry me around, came to the rescue and went back for the pills, so I could relax. Now she and her dughter Sally are going to Uluru, but will be back on the 29th to take over from Ildi, who is returning to Hungary that day. Do I feel spoilt? You bet I do.
I am also beginining to be tired. Ildi and I are watching the semifinals of the Australian Open tennis, but the cold front is coming through and I am wilting, so it's beddibyes for me.
I am trialing my new pain management regime, and have taken two fairly mild painkillers with codeine, and will step up to the stronger one tomorrow in the hope that it will take the edge off the pain once the high effects of the steroids are over. As I said before, the Prof thought it was a great idea. However, that means I'll probably sleep through the next three days,\.
So, if I am quiet, don't worry, that means I am off with the fairies doing battle with the Taxol queen (or King). And we know who is going to win that one!
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