Monday 22 July 2019
I woke around 5 am and couldn’t get back to sleep, so I got up shortly after 6. I wasn’t feeling too bad. I had a look at the blog for a bit, until Pia got up. I had a BodyTalk appointment at 10, so after having my morning shot of Clexane, I had a shower to get ready for that. I also shaved, not that I had any stubble, but I did have a number of wispy white hairs sporadically protruding from around my chin.
I wasn’t feeling so good after the shower, a bit sick and sluggish. I walked 15 minutes in the heat to get to BodyTalk and I was thoroughly worn out when I arrived. I felt dizzy and was glad to sit down. The session went well and afterwards I thought I’d try walking home, knowing that I could always call Pia if I needed her to collect me. I managed, but it felt like quite a struggle towards the end. I got home shattered and feeling ill and I just needed to lie down.
Pia brought me some porridge after a while, which went down well. After that I slept for a bit and spent the rest of the afternoon in bed. I was feeling really tired and unwell. My stomach felt as though it wanted to be left alone completely while at the same time would have liked to have been filled with something solid. It was very uncomfortable.
Tinnitus was quite pronounced, but not much bother. More annoying was that my mind was repeatedly attaching to a little thought bubble that was blasting out Going For Gold by Shed Seven. Not that it’s a bad song, it was just hard to shake.
Pia spent most of the afternoon working, but she came up a couple of times and we chatted about lots of things like holiday possibilities, whether we should get a dog and also about getting some new chicken friends for Lucy. She went to the supermarket around 18:30 and after that she made some pea pasta with pesto and a load of fresh toppings: grated courgette from the garden, basil, spinach, tomato, olives, artichoke, pine nuts, chilli flakes, ground cashew nuts, beetroot, cucumber, avocado, salad leaves and black pepper. That went down very well and I could easily have eaten twice as much. I’ve certainly managed to keep a good appetite throughout my treatment.
The girls called us from Finland in the evening once they had made it to their destination. It sounded like their journey had gone well.
It had been quite a rough day, in terms of how I’d been feeling. I was glad I’d managed to get out and walk a bit, but that had been hard and I wondered if perhaps I’d have managed the day a bit more easily had I not pushed myself to do that. I’d felt a bit better during the evening, though I was still exhausted and couldn’t stay on my feet for long. I also noticed that the nails on my left index and middle fingers had developed dark marks on them. Damage to nails is a potential side effect of the chemo and that now seemed to be affecting me.