Bored with being in hospital
I can't remember how many times I've been in hospital this year but this has to be the dullest yet.
Of course, I'm grateful that they are taking care of me but even they don't know what precisely is wrong aside from cancer, multiple infections etc.
I didn't feel well after getting my jag to increase my nutrophils last week and believe the chemo just pushed me over the edge. I also believe I've picked up a bug or two since I arrived here.
It's Sunday and I want to go home. Unfortunately, I'm still getting intravenous antibiotics so that won't be possible. I'm just sick to death with all the routines, procedures, etc.
I've got my phone, but the allure of books and music has lost its sheen. I've had one visitor who kindly made the round trip to my house to pick up the correct charging lead and adaptor for it. Someone is supposed to be visiting me later on today. The food is good but I've lost my appetite.
Worse, though, is the knowledge that this will all likely happen again. I'll be in my house, taking my temperatures daily, avoiding infections etc. but will still fall victim to one, having to phone the haemotology hotline then being taken in again. I've lost count of how many times it's happened although this time it's more serious. Ive got one more lot of methotrexate to get, and this is done in hospital for all patients anyway due to the risks involved. It's optional so I may opt out.
The hospital is boiling, beyond belief in the afternoons and evenings - there is nothing to do but lie down.
I realise this is a pessimistic post but it's how I'm feeling. Like, what is the point anymore?