I on the other hand am trying to work out why I've got these massive dizzy spells. It's 3:30pm and while I've had a Weetabix it's only the one. I was unable at 3am, 7am and 1pm and had to retreat to the bed. I think it was a lack of shakes yesterday as I foolishly thought my poached egg and roll counted as a meal along with the Weetabix and only had 3. I've had two so far and will make sure I have 5 today as my weight dropped to 14/12 again having been at 15/3 for a few days now. It's a full 2 and half stone off where I was so that alone makes me feel giddy but with Jackie recovering from her own dizzy spells it's just mad to follow on.
The other reason is one of those great knock on effects you get on the Camino Can'cerre. You solve one problem by creating another, quite simply because you get too focused on the issue of the moment. That narrow vision fixes the issue but compounds the condition. In my car the scarring on my neck was so bad by Saturday that sitting watching the football all day and not going out meant I neednt wear a shirt. Two days shirtless over the weekend meant no exercise or fresh air. That for me is a total write off. My body just shut down while my neck repaired. My balance got worse obviously as my BP slid when standing.
I blamed the lack of food and all seemed better after a couple of shakes, or at least improving before I then went for overkill with mince and tatties followed by ice cream and another shake. Then I had a moment when I blacked out collapsed and came to almost in the same move. That was at 9pm and so I check the usual stuff, BP was fine, oxygen levels a bit low at 90 and temperature fine at 36.5. (I hadn't learned about checking the BP standing at this stage....ed)
It's a mystery but I don't feel as dizzy as I was and the head genuinely feels a bit clearer. I'll check in with the doctor tomorrow and stupid of me not to do so today.even though it did feel like it had massively improved from 9am when I had a massive dizzy turn. I think my legs gave way this evening but not quite sure why. I certainly had a lot of noise on my head but that's normal.
There's been a lot of great firsts on the Camino Can'cerre but I'm not sure that was one of them. I phoned helpline and after a few more tests at home I find myself back in my bay again on the first floor.
On arrival I'd managed to be upright a bit longer than I'd managed at home, not least as it's the first floor and you need to get a lift.
When I did the house measurements my BP was 116/80 lying down and 88/81 standing up. I was also seeing stars during the standing phase, not comfortable at all. On admission it was 1116/70 sitting and 101/71, no seeing stars, standing so being mobile had clearly helped. That or the three pints of water or both. The nurse took the bloods while the trainee tried to find a finger that was warm enough for the oxygen meter. Eventually I learned another trick which was taken a rubber glove, fill with hot water and get the patient to hold it. The trainer nurse was delighted to get a reading and my fingers felt better for the heat.
The nurse and trainee came back in to do the heart tracer and that's always fun. It was the trainee's first time doing it so the full training was a joy to listen to and I got to tell them how in awe I am of their profession and all the care. I just never tire of saying thank you to all these amazing professionals. I also got to learn about how to put the 12 leads on the body. Fascinating stuff and then I had to sit quiet, which again was easy as I powered down
Then after the tracer for the heart and lying on the bed that was me. Ready to sleep and so as the one o'clock gun goes off, I'm having a snooze. I power down really easily and these days of 14 hours sleep are so refreshing to the soul.
The doc woke me at 2.30pm and said it's time to go home. The bloods showed my white cells hadn't recovered as well as expected after chemo 3 weeks ago. They'll check again on Thursday. The tracer must've been acceptable and the main issue is doing the basics, which involves getting back up to 8000 steps not 2000 or in the case of the weekend under 1000.
I've been bad after the chemo both times and while some statisticians might point to the obvious the other issue was my exercise levels fall through the floor along with my eating when I'm in hospital. I didn't mean to starve myself, but I do allow myself to be starved or dehydrated. I reckon I'll get fed soon enough so one bite of a hospital sandwich is plenty. It's those false promises I fall foul of all the time. I then leave hospital and just head to my bed. No food again and the cycle begins again.
Happily though, the cause of all this was my neck which was a real mess by Saturday and is now in fantastic condition.
I can't believe how well the Flaminal Hydro ointment has worked in under a week. The cracking that seemed to get worse all last week is now completely clear. I'd argue my necks never had it so good and soon I'll get to shave the top half of my face too.
It's Wednesday and keeping that football theme or laughing at some madness or other, I wanted to talk about new managers and another broom sweeping away the debris in the first team squad but the manager of the BBC website won the ridiculous moment of the day when they described 1p off a pint of draft beer. Those pedants will appreciate I hate bad spelling, especially when auto correct changes my type from in to on, but whoever thought Draft Beer could fly on a government backed website on budget day. Or maybe that's the fun, it's a budget BBC and who cares about spelling anyway, we've other narratives to sell. There are so many jokes to be had. When I go to Swanys tonight I'm going to ask if you get a penny off the pint if you sit by the drafty door or stand outside. I love the idea of someone opening both doors and then saying, it's a penny off a pint for everyone. I could see Chelsea getting someone minding the door just to stop the draft.
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