So this weekend has been a bit of a write off sadly. I have had a raging headache since the treatment was finished on Friday and no amount of painkillers seemed to be making a difference. I have been drinking water and eating a little soft food and then taking a cocktail of strong drugs and getting very little sleep. That would normally give me a headache on its own. I think a lot of the pain, in fact the majority of it, stems from the difficulty I have opening my mouth for any length of time, courtesy of a major operation thirty odd years ago.
John has insisted that I stay in bed and try and get as much rest as possible and has been answering all the lovely messages and calls I have received. I have to give a big big thank you to our lovely neighbours Argy and Lakis who dropped off a plant and a melon for me. Now normally the plant would have been my favourite but as I have had to eat soft foods and I have to keep away from dairy the melon was an absolute winner.
By about 4.00pm on Saturday I felt I needed to get up and thought I was feeling a bit better but I didn't have a good night's sleep at all so maybe it was just wishful thinking. By the time John got up I was very fretful and I was beginning to wish I hadn't had the treatment done.
For only the second time since we have been doing Sunday lunch for Mum we had to say sorry but I was not up to it and we hate doing that. Bless her though she arranged to spend the time with Lilian and the two of them ventured up to the cemetery and to have a coffee at the Droushia Heights and dropped off some flowers to John. They were waiting for me when I woke up.
Eventually I think the drugs are beginning to do their job. I have my fingers firmly crossed that it isn't like last night when I thought things were improving and then I had a shit night.
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