Friday the new day to hate.

Friday 22nd February

Tim and I commented on the way to the hospital today, after our latest catastrophe, that anyone reading this will think we are starting to make things up for dramatic effect. I promise we aren't and both would really like our lives to return to a mundane everyday routine. We don't want a soap opera type life!

So being top up day we left home to go to the hospital via my Mum's to drop Ben. We left him there and had just pulled back on to the main road when suddenly my drivers side window smashed. It was like someone had shot at us and the window just exploded throwing glass everywhere. I pulled over and I have to admit burst into tears, the stress of the last few days plus now this, pushed me over the top. We had to turn round, head back to Mum's and get a kind guy from the caravan site to take us home to pick up Tim's car. We set off again and apart from an accident near Stratford which caused us to detour to avoid the hold up, we only arrived about 10 minutes late for the appointment. Tim had rung ahead so they did know.

All the nurses in the chemo suite are nice but the one who was assigned to Tim today is very easily distracted and it took her ages to even get round to getting his cannula in. He has made his feelings known before about that particular piece of medical equipment and always tells the nurses that he doesn't like having them put in right at the beginning. This particular nurse just wasn't hearing what he was saying and rushing tried to put it in without warming his hand first to get a good juicy vein up. Consequently she hurt him and had to abort the attempt. She then went and fetched hot water, warming it up properly as he had first asked and got it in no problem. By that time though combined with the journey in, he was really stressed and ending up getting upset and eventually throwing up. Once he was hooked up he calmed a little and the rest of the visit passed without incident.

When we got home again eventually we had had a call from the GP's surgery telling us one of the results from Tuesday's A&E visit meant they wanted him to start taking Tamiflu. So I then had to shoot down to the surgery to get the medication while Tim spoke to Coventry to make sure they were happy with him taking something else, which they were. We have now had to make a chart for all his drugs so he knows what to take when!! I'm living with a junkie.

He is totally wiped out again tonight, so I offered to write again. Everyday I wake up and think today he will be better. So far this week it just hasn't happened... so fingers crossed for tomorrow.

Mandy