Birthday celebrations today will be low key due to a bit of a torrid night last night.
Up until now I have still been able to get my chemotherapy tablets down. Not any more!
I had three hours of utter agony last night, which I will spare the details. Suffice to say that I said to to Kitten this morning that the pain must have been close to child birth. She was quick with the response when she said "I think so, because you certainly made more noise than I did. It is a good job we have to do the giving birth".
A fair point but perhaps an indication of the level of pain I was in.
I have persisted with taking the tablets whole until now because that is how they work best but, as of this morning, I am dissolving them for which there are lengthy instructions from the hospital.
So we have a tired Swordfish and Kitten but still in one piece and looking forward to a good but simple day.
It is a good job that I am seeing the Mad Canadian again tomorrow because the contractions that he tumour was giving courtesy of stuck tablets were having the antagonistic effect on my back and it was going into spasm from top to bottom.
That said I feel surprisingly OK today and in some ways Kitten got the worse end of the deal as, having dealt with me Huffty then persisted in waking up through the night.
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