Chemotherapy aftershocks…
The issue started a few days after treatment, and everything was fine before; suddenly, the side effects started, seemingly out of the blue. I can say now that this wasn’t very comforting beyond words. Some of the symptoms were like something out of one of those 80s horror films!
Like a demon possessed my body, my left hand was gripping up and unable to open it, heartburn like it was going out of fashion, headaches and then random stabbing pains all over the body.
Back to A&E at Pembury and fast-tracked to a private cubicle, the pain was beyond anything I could have imagined. Another cannula is inserted, and I now have more holes. I’m just worried that if I drink any water, I’ll spring a leak.
Another ECG, more blood tests and yet continues random pain of doing a Marathon round every possible part of my body.
So many hours later, DR gave the all-clear and attributed it to Chemotherapy aftershocks. Now here is the kicker, the nurse took out the cannula at such speed, I thought I had Tourette syndrome with some ‘choice words or two’ and a lot of laughter from the patient in the next cubicle.
A fast exit was required just after 11 pm, with a quick apology to the people next door and their family members, who were still laughing at my beep, beep, beeeeeeeps… outburst – I mean, how embarrassing.
At this stage, San & I were Hank Marvin, and McDee’s was the next call on the way home.
Chemo, you little Beep Beep Beeeeep, well, on Saturday, I’m just going to chill and overindulge with Netflix on the sofa and finally finish watching Happy Gilmore 2, and maybe binge-watch the Young Sheldon series, recommended by an old pal.
Although I know myself, I’ll end up sleeping.
