I am at the day care ward.
Woke up early but stayed in bed. Tried to shower but I can't stand the cold so I brushed my teeth and washed my face.
I gathered what I wanted to wear for today and walked back to my room. Had to lie down because I was unbelievably tired.
I got a grab, arrived at PPUM, got down and had to sit to catch my breath.
Then I went down to the clinic and registered myself. I can't even reach my favourite seat. So I sat there uncomfortably waiting for my name to be called.
Walking from the chair to the counter was really tiring. I asked for my sick slip, the nice lady at the counter asked me to go get from the nurse. I explained to her my situation and she was nice enough to go and get it.
Then I proceeded to the second floor. I am lucky to get a padded seat, but it's a middle seat so I had to slant towards my right. I explained to the Chinese uncle next to me. He's alright.
Then I felt it. A sharp stabbing pain. I forgot that I didn't go to the loo before getting ready to come here.
It felt like a mace with sharp hooks being pushed from the inside of my stomach. It was PAINFUL.
I had to take my morphine.
I waited for a whole before deciding to go to the toilet. So I grabbed some tissue from the bag, pads and slowly walked towards the toilet which is on the far end of the building.
It was a tedious process of taking clothes off, rest, hanging them, rest, well you got the picture. After struggling, a loud pop and the pain disappeared. It was gas.
I just got to learn that I can't do chemo today because I needed to get my my taken, which the doctor said, no need.
So I have to go down and get my blood taken and come back on Monday.
Life is frustrating like that.
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