The 3rd of August.
I feel drained. I don’t know why. I don’t think it can be anaemia any more – I’m just exhausted. I had a pre-op at the Women’s Hospital this morning for my coil insertion and hysteroscopy at the end of the month. Two hours sitting with a nurse who knows nothing about my complex diseases (not that I expected her to – she does gynae) but going through everything that’s happened in the past eight years, explaining all my drugs and why I’m on them, what I’m allergic to, what happens if I have those things. And she just kept telling me how terrible my life has been, how much I’ve “been through it”. I know this. I’m aware that my life is a pile of shit, I don’t need reminding. When I’d finished talking, I had to have bloods done and an ECG which didn’t take long at all.
We had to take the duvet cover back to M&S and pick up a jacket on the way home, and I was planning on going to the gym this afternoon, but I just didn’t have the energy. Instead, I wrote up the past two days and watched the final Humans while Mommy was at Grandma’s.
I just need a big sleep.
The 4th of August.
I am officially without plumbing!
We went out late morning to be on 621 for my line removal at 11:30. However, the man before me had been late, so I managed to read the entirety of The Secret Library by Haruki Murakami (admittedly, it’s not long) and I’d started on the paper by the time they came to get me.
It was the first time I’ve been able to watch my line come out. It was done by a doctor called Becky who I assume has replaced Igor, and she was perfectly competent. First she put in some local, which only stings for a moment, then it’s numb and she made a small cut. Two clamps were used to hold the incision open, and then the line had to be detached from the flesh it had embedded itself in. It just involves a fair bit of digging, and I had to have a tiny bit more anaesthetic a bit deeper. Once it was all free, the removal was very quick. A couple of stitches, a dressing and I was on my way!
This afternoon I’ve just been resting, and I wrote a blog post about why #IGiveASpit for Anthony Nolan’s newest campaign. Getting people to register for stem cell and organ donation is my only purpose in life, and I want to help in any way I can.