Chemo 4 9th October

After visiting Manchester Met Open day in the morning, we decided to go and see how Dad was getting on. As usual, we called to see Ange and Gabs first and to leave the car at their house. Emz raided their fridge ( its always the first thing she asks....'what's in the fridge?' We also got to see one of the puppies. By the time we got to Dad's my chest pains had started, and Dad was obviously taking his doctor's advice and eating his post heart-attack fish and chips. We left at about 7:30 and both Emz and I were in bed for 10 o-clock. I had taken some precautionary cocodamol to help me sleep.

By Sunday morning, the flu like symptoms had kicked in. Self-induced a cocodamol coma, hoping it would help, it certainly made me sleep but the pain was still there when I woke up. When I woke up, it felt like someone had a voodoo doll and was sticking pins in it at random points. My thumbs, my ankles, my earlobes, even my bloody eyeballs hurt. Hoped it would be gone by Monday, but no such luck. Pain was still there, just as bad. So I got to spend another day in bed.

By Tuesday I was convinced it would be better......Wrong. On top of the flu pains, I now have to injection pains in my chest and in my back (the A&E pains). I suspected from all the warnings that it was going to be tough, but I didn't imagine it would be this painful. Which from a Salford girl, means its "well painful". In fact, I think maybe childbirth would have been this painful, had I not have had every drug known to mankind. (That's another story)!

Will keep the blog updated, hopefully will be feeling better tomorrow.

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