The 22nd & 23rd; This better be worth it.
The 22nd of February. New compression garment in place. Still not a fan.
I had haematology clinic this morning, in the old hospital while the usual building is being refurbished. It's not ideal, and it think they're still getting used to it, but it wasn't horrendously busy when I got there, so it was okay. The nurse said my weight out loud, and I made the foolish mistake of converting it from kilos to pounds which has freaked me out. Bah. I saw the reg that I saw last time, and all he really had to do was sort out my prescription for the next three months.
We took it over to pharmacy, then went to check if my compression garment was in, but it wasn't. Dean was in, starting a cycle of chemo today, so Mommy went to get a coffee and I went up to YPU to say hi, although I ended up being there nearly an hour, I think! By then, my prescription was ready, so we picked up my three bags, and were about to leave when my phone rang. It was the orthotics department! The lady who rang was obviously not familiar with my situation, because she said the sleeve was in, but then asked me to come in on Tuesday? I said no, I'm here now, and Pete said he would fit it today. She wasn't keen on this and said she'd check with him and get back to me, but I just went there anyway, where I was welcomed. I had to wait for him to finish with a patient, then it was my turn. This one went on a little bit easier, although it's still really tight on my elbow. Really not my favourite.
This afternoon, I've been avoiding the decorator man hanging the wallpaper, and stretching out my sore arm. This better be worth it.
The 23rd of February.
This is not going to be an exciting one. Obviously, the insane weather has imprisoned me inside all day, although thankfully I have not been gassed by paint fumes.
No, my problems today have been fourfold - my ribcage is upset again from coughing, my breathing is depressingly terrible, and the compression garment is excessively squeezy inside my elbow and in between my forefinger and thumb. Lots of discomfort, no respite.
I had planned on doing lots of Cats Protection admin today, but Daddy decided that in order to paint, he had to turn off the internet. I know that doesn't make sense, but that's what happened.
I have therefore spent my day on my own, crocheting the current doily and watching random crime dramas. I had a break when I went upstairs to wrap Mommy's birthday present, which was much larger than I expected. I am not entirely sure where she'll put it.
Oh, and I had a phone call from one of the nurses at the QE - apparently my CRP (infection marker in my blood) is 47 (which is high - should be less than 5), and she was just checking whether I was showing any signs of infection? Well, apart from the cough I've had for weeks, no, so that's hopefully not something else I've got to look forward to.