Here's an interesting one. Well, it's interesting to me. I completed my Radiotherapy sessions last week, and this ended my Monday to Friday trips to hospital. All of a sudden what was a routine became something in the past which I looked back on fondly.
The Radiotherapy unit I was placed in were lovely. They'd always chat with me about anything and everything that wasn't what was going on with my brain. We'd chat about Matilda, things we've laughed at on YouTube, things we've watched on tv, music we like, Christmas decorations. Yeah, Christmas. That still feels weird, it was the least festive I've ever felt (understandably). But we did it, we got through six weeks of it.
Then it stops. I left the hospital with Masky and everything went into limbo. The weather was rubbish, my white blood cells and platelet counts were low so we had a simple way of life - don't do anything until the levels improve as I really don't want to get ill - mainly as I won't be able to fight it as well as if I was full strength. Pumped full of drugs and injections to make me as 'normal' as I can be.
We also worked out that as the antihistamines I'm taking (for the chemo rash/electric shocks) are drowsy ones this might be why I'm so sleepy. Now my blood sugars are improved and aren't too high I've had a coffee again so let's see what happens there. I mean, it's obvious when written down but we've had so much information about everything it just became another thing. Until it became an "oh YEAH" thing. Which was less than a week ago.
So if I drink more coffee, arrange to meet friends for coffee, don't push myself too much but keep on moving, get out of the house and to a coffee shop (levels of things permitting of course), then hopefully my stamina will return slowly but surely. Plus I'm getting out of the house so it's good for my overall mood.
Coffee seems to be a theme here....
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