22. On the up

Day 8

By jove, would you believe it, dare I say it, I think I may just be starting to feel a little better. This may be entirely due to having a good nights sleep of course, who knows.  The head is still grumbling away but today was the last day of IV steroids (that alone deserves a round of applause and a big glass of wine!) and as from tomorrow the steroids dose gets halved again, which means I can take them in pill form which has to be better, surely? (hope I don't have to eat my words, mind you the munchies have struck today so I may well be eating anything I can get my hands on!).  The docs have warned me that when they reduce the dose I'll probably have another "slump", but I can live with that knowing that it's going to pass. 

Other breaking news: no platelets required again, count is still up around the 47 mark, woopee.

I still have a face like that of a 5 year old who's sneaked into her mum's makeup bag and experimented with the blusher in the way only a 5 year old can, it's quite a unique look don't you know. Added to this, I found out this evening that whilst I had visitors (including Moo, you're in trouble boy) I sat there with a bogey hanging out my nose for a whole hour before anyone told me.  Bright red cheeks, red face and bogey toboot, hmph, Moo started laughing and said he'd noticed it the whole time, you're a horror and I'll get you back matey!  Just as well it was very lovely relatives visiting and not a dishy doc, that's all I can say.

I think today has been the hottest day of the year so far.  Moo parked his car in the shade this morning, but it had remained in the shade for all of about half an hour I think, so when he set off on his 2 hour drive to visit me this evening, it's black leather seats had been cooking all day long and were registering a temp of 35degrees.  No wonder he walked in looking liked he'd burnt his bum and slightly uncomfortable, that's what you get for not telling you sis she's a bogey nose!

I went for a triple stroll round the grounds tonight, there were a few dodgy characters around it has to be said.  There were 6 ambulances unloading people, that's the most yet and another ambulance unloading a lady over at the maternity unit. (Still no children with pots on heads to report).
Most peculiar of all though was a mobile home parked in the "20min" short stay drop off point outside the main doors of the hospital.  Bearing in mind I walked past this 3 times over about 45 mins, it was very odd.  The first time I went past there was a man with one leg in a wheel chair wearing a hospital goonie sitting at the side of the van.  Second time past, a lady had appeared out of the van wearing pj's and big fluffy dressing gown.  Third time past they were both still there by the van, and another man had appeared.  I thought I'd better stop walking past at that point and came back to my little safe haven.   I shall have to investigate further in the morning.

During my little jaunts round the hospital grounds it's amazing how bare mens bums I've seen, and all on show right outside the main hospital doors. No need to go and see the Chippendale's, just walk past the entrance to your local hospital! They get wheeled out in their gowns (which open at the back, ofcourse) for a fag and seem to just let it all hang out.  Note to self, if I ever have to sit in hospital wheel chair, give it a wipe with a wet one first.

The docs did warn me that the steroids can give you the munchies but so far I haven't really had much of an appetite, until today.  I've been so hungry today I could have eaten a horse (haha, do you get it!).   I've promised Dougal that there is a box of maltesers here for him so I can't eat them, instead I 've been grazing my way through various things people have brought me in, yum!  I sent my bag of washing home with Andy which contains my jeans, the very fact that these I fear will not fit me by the time they come back freshly laundered in a few days will of course have absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I've eaten like a horse.  I fear Andy may get the blame for shrinking them, what other reason could there possibly be?!

Time for bed, I'm going to employ last nights tactics again and try and outwit Morrocco by getting to sleep before the party starts, fingers crossed.