Scan from last week already showing good response to the magic microspheres and hopefully more improvements to come after this round.
All went much smoother this time around, you can’t beat a bit of learning from prior experience. I had the sense to stay away from the morphine this time so no itchy nose or pukey guts. There was a bit of bewilderment amongst the staff as to why I had a fully loaded syringe of opiates next to me but I wasn’t shooting it up - if there were any Nurse Jackies around they must have been freaking out. And I bargained my steroid dose down so hopefully I won’t go quite as manic, or fat.
I got out a day earlier than last time, but it’s important that I take it VERY EASY, no housework or any of that carry on (I see from the commentary on my last post that sometimes my trusty companion does read this blog, so I may as well use all fora available to me to reiterate that VERY IMPORTANT medical instruction). And again with the staying away from small babies and pregnant women and all that, though I feel a bit less radioactive this time (if it possible to feel such a thing, one way or the other). I did get the Geiger counter man to turn up his volume this time, and it did indeed make the classic tick tick tick. No nerd could have been happier.
I fell fast asleep in the exceedingly boring nuclear medicine machine so that was grand.
I got my tea and toast in superfast time after hinting loudly about it.
I got back to the ward in time for “supper” (at 4:30pm).
My in-room fridge was already stocked with salad and fruit (by my trusty companion. He’s great).
I got to finish the not-very-good book I’ve been trying to finish for weeks, even though I had promised myself to just give up on bad books and not struggle to the end.
So yeah, I’m a pro at this business now.
Shame in a way that it's the last one.
Back to the skin-savaging Vectibix next week, but then we are off on our travels again. Prosecco and pizza for ten days, well known cures for carcinomatous livers. Salute!
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