Friday brought storms and lots of rain to the east coast of Australia. It was steady rain all night, and in the morning a loud voice came over the intercom announcing certain resident car parks in the basement were under water and the cars needed to be moved. I didn’t get the measurement of the rainfall but it must have been a bit to cause flooding this far from the river….but then basement….the word says it all doesn’t it?
The last two days have been a little difficult for me, only because I feel as if I have no middle. Sounds odd I guess, but when I stand up, I feel as if there is no substance between my neck and pelvic regions. My Buddha stomach has disappeared a little but is still there thanks to the steroids and chemo. It feels a bit like jelly when I stand up…jelly belly that’s me. The left arm where the PICC line is in place, has gone numb since my last chemo dose, so carrying things is tricky. Typing is tricky.
On the whole though I feel I am rather lucky that this is all I can complain about. No nausea, no pain, no headache. Eating is difficult, so small portions at more often intervals is the order of the day. My sister is a gem, and she happily gets me tasty morsels to keep my strength up…..but she does say she’ll be sending me a bill. This is a family thing…..we were brought up being told we’d be sent a bill, always with a smile of course, and we knew it would never appear. Old habits die hard.
Tim arrived on Friday afternoon. A sight for my tired eyes. As soon as his business commitments are over and done with during the next couple of weeks, he will be able to take over here as my carer and my sister Bernice will be free to happily return to her full life. For now though, things are going very smoothly. That is apart for the cleaning of this unit. Each day we have been visited by a person who rushes in, takes the dirty towels from the bathroom, replaces them with nice fluffy clean ones, (we’ve asked for extra for me as I’m only supposed to use a towel once), and one girl actually made our beds on Friday. However, the floors are left dirty, nothing is cleaned or dusted and it just seems odd. It’s very different to what I was led to believe would happen by the hospital staff who arranged this stay.
My sister went down to have a word with reception to find out what the routine is for cleaning. Apparently it gets cleaned properly every Wednesday, (floors, clean sheets, vacuuming, bathroom scrubbed), but on the other days only towels will be replaced including tea towels. They will make the bed if there are no clothes on them….well today the beds were free of everything including my trusty cushion, but they were not made.
It doesn’t really bother me, but the stress was put on cleanliness when I left the hospital regarding, sheets, towels, showers and so on. I shall have to speak to the people who organise these things during the week. Just a little blimp.
Tomorrow I am due at the hospital by 9am for blood tests, followed by a consultation with one of the doctors, and then I should get my schedule for the next week of what is in store for me. My hair is falling out….I seem to have lots of loose hairs on my shoulder every time I move, so this week might be the week it gets shaved off.
One of my lovely friends from Victoria sent three hats she knitted, and Tim arrived with them on Friday. Thank you so much Denise for your kindness. They will come in handy.
The coming week could be full of pleasant surprises, so I’m looking forward to starting it in the morning. Take care everyone. Stay safe. Thank again for all the love and support. Without that, my jelly belly would be so much worse. Much love and big hugs.