The next couple of days passed in a bit of a haze to be honest. We don’t have children – other than the Ginger Prince obviously – and, as such, our lives are fairly selfish and we don’t have to work to anyone else’s routine.
With me not at work, my partner working shifts & being part vampire who does his best work at night, we were starting to stay up later & later. I’d love to tell you this was because we were doing something constructive but you already know that would be a lie. Re-runs of Auf Wiedersehen Pet were becoming our staple diet. That’s all very well when you are on holiday, but if you’re supposed to be taking your meds at the same time every day and ensuring you have 12 hours between them, not forgetting the empty stomach part; well, it makes it messy.
The side effects were coming thick & fast, each one more delightful. Cast your mind back to the worst hangover you have ever had. The one where you say you’re never drinking again. We’ve all been there. So you lie in bed wondering if today is the day you will die of alcoholic poisoning and asking yourself why Cookies & Cream vodka shots seem like such a good idea AT THE TIME. Well the side effects were starting to feel a lot like that – without the fun part first.
Pounding head, nausea, sinus pain, feeling like the flu is starting, oh and a little bit of acid reflux thrown in for good measure. One morning I woke up at 5am, the nausea was so bad I had to wake my partner who – serious brownie points here – got up, not a sigh or a moan in sight, and brought me peppermint tea and crackers. I know, he’s a keeper!
Actually, on the subject of my partner, I have decided I can’t keep saying ‘my partner’ and ‘my boyfriend’ makes me sound about 11 years old. So I am going back to twitter speak and he will, henceforth, be referred to as OH. For those of you not in the know, this means Other Half. Apart from that, it always amuses me as I read it as Ruth Jones in Gavin & Stacey saying ‘Oh’.
On the Friday of the first week I got a call from the Novartis nurse. Novartis are the pharmaceutical company that make my meds. I had agreed to let them contact me at my first immunotherapy clinic. We arranged for her to visit me at home the following Monday.
Week 1 done & dusted – only another 51 to go…..