Getting it in the neck
So today things regress a bit.
Two days ago they finally removed the damned cannula from my arm. Not only did it keep catching in the bedclothes but they kept plugging me into hanging bags of liquid.
Today they came and reinserted a new one. Fuck! I’m now tethered to a bag of antibiotics for the next three hours. Hopefully I won’t need the jax.
The cause of the regression is apparently my neck and not my nose. They love poking it and muttering about how well it’s doing yet they still aren’t fully happy. I had a look at it myself and it does look a bit strange.
They say the black crust will eventually fall off which sounds very exciting? I’m not sure what I’ll do with the crust. Frame it for posterity?
Fuck!
Have you been feeding that bat at night? seriously though, it doesn’t look too bad (no infection etc) so they are doing their jobs well. It must feel like a ‘phoney war’ at the moment – waiting for the battle to start but having to wait while all is made ready – very frustrating, and I hope it doesn’t last too long.
I thought they got a bit funny about beards, so I’m surprised they’re not shaving you every day, even if it’s just to keep the ward looking tidy(:))
Many years ago, I had an op that left an open wound (I won’t tell you where, but it involved an ingrowing hair) and the nurses kept putting something called Edinburgh Mixture on it. I later found out it had been developed during the last war for burns victims as it helped skin re-grow – have you come across it? (I guess it was superceded many years ago).
Wishing you the patience to put up with all that’s going on,
A phoney war is an excellent description – just waiting around for something to happen.
The cancer bloke was very chatty and explained about the process, where they would be targeting and the after effects. He also mentioned that I would have to have a mask [to keep my head precisely steady from session to session] and that in order for the mask to fit, the beard would have to go. I’ll make allowances and permit this as it only has six weeks growth and is better classed as “long stubble”.
I don’t know what ointments and potions they are applying. They don’t tell me nothin’.
Just think of the battle scars Grandad, and the tall tales you can tell about how you got them. Like the missing bit of Dave Allen’s finger, the tales can change from week to week, and person to person. The confusion you can create will be endless. 🙂