My apologies for the lack of posts – been a tricky couple of weeks where Mr Mekinist & Mr Tafinlar have made me feel a little bit pants to say the least, but I am an expert at giving myself a good talking to, so I am back now!
As I told you, I was measured up for a compression stocking to help with my lymphedema and I returned to Cork to collect the sexy stocking. Since Mr M & Mr T have joined my life I have found that I have a series of good days, followed by a couple of bad days. I have had to remind myself that this is so much better than a lot of people endure during treatment. As it happened, the trip to Cork happened on a good day. I felt great, the sun was shining and I had the car to myself so a full on concert would be happening.
If you have ever had an operation, you may have had the pleasure of wearing a small white stocking to reduce the risk of blood clots while you’re not moving about. A compression stocking is A LOT thicker than that and A LOT harder to get on. The physio asked me to put the stocking on to ensure I could do it correctly. I have to mention at this point, I was bursting to go to the toilet. I had rushed in to get to my appointment on time, thinking I would just be collecting the stocking. I should have just told the physio that I needed a wee – but when do we ever do that with strangers? So I whipped off my jogging bottoms (not that they have ever been jogging) and tried to put on the stocking at top speed. Wrong! Remember back in the 80s where your jeans were skin tight and you had to lie on the bed to get them done up? Well this compression stocking is worse than that! Of course, I couldn’t then pop out to the toilet halfway through so I just had to persevere.
Thankfully, years of wearing unsuitable clothing gave me excellent grounding for putting on the damn stocking and I managed to squeeze it up my leg – it goes from my toes to the top of my thigh. Truthfully, for all that I was now about to burst, I could actually feel it working on my ankle straight away.
I got dressed in nano-seconds, thanked the physio and rugby tackled three ladies ahead of me to the toilet.
I will tell you in a later blog about a second compression garment that’s on it’s way to join my wardrobe and whilst I am genuinely grateful for any assistance, I can see a gap in the market for ‘more attractive compression stockings’, maybe seasonal ones!!
This was the quickest visit to CUH I had encountered and to add to my very good day, it was only €2.50 for the parking – most appointments I have cost between €10/€15 just to park. So winning all the way. The sun was still shining and I wound down my window and blasted out some tunes.
I apologise in advance for my dodgy music choices, but this is a snap shot of my Make-Me-Smile Playlist. It never gets played when OH is in the car for fear of a divorce after he fast forwards something I NEED to sing loudly to. But for you, my lovely reader, feel free to try it out sometime:
- Bruno Mars – Just the Way You Are
- Empire State of Mind – Alicia Keys
- Joy – Bastille
- Castle on the Hill – Ed Sheeran
- Mr Brightside – The Killers
- Party in the U.S – Miley Cyrus
- Wildest Dreams – Taylor Swift
- Can’t Stop the Feeling – Justin Timberlake
- Drunk on Plane – Dierks Bentley
- You’re Such a Good Looking Woman – Joe Dolan
- Rock Star – Nickelback
- She’s A Lady – Tom Jones
- Can’t Feel my Face – The Weekend
- Standing Outside the Fire – Garth Brooks
- This is Me – Keala Settle
It goes on for quite a while but they get me from Cork to Macroom and they make me remember how incredibly lucky I am to be here and what a close shave I have had.