The 1st chemo was a bit of a shamozzle really. I got there on the Thursday and because of a misunderstanding I ended up with 2 appointments, so the crossed Thursday off.
So I Teresa and I waited in the coffee shop for 2 hours waiting for the drugs to be ordered and then delivered.
So eventually I was hooked up and then they realised, towards the end, that a drug was not ordered so I had to come back the next day to finish it off.
I blame no one for the errors, they were all understandable, simple mistakes.
I was fine after the chemo, but the next day my inner thigh was swelling up and eventually a load of pus popped out and the pain and swelling near it stopped. I did nothing about it except dress the wound.
The next day it was worse and I was spiking temperatures as high as 39.5.
Teresa took me to Werribee Mercy and they pumped me full of pain killers and antibiotics. They didn't admit me because of the cancer, so they contacted my oncologist and he arranged to be admitted to Western Private.
An transport ambulance picked me up and took me to WPH.
It was there I found out the infection and some of the chemo drugs had rocketed my blood sugar into orbit and I went from being pre-type 2 diabetic to an full blown insulin dependant type 2.
Bugger!
By this stage my hair was also falling out in clumps.
When I was discharged 10 days later I gave myself a number 0 haircut. looks much better.
2nd chemo went much better, especially with the PICC line (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peripherally_inserted_central_catheter) that was put in while in hospital.
And as of today I feel no side effects from it, except I'm really tired. But I think that is a result of stressing out as to weather anything else like infection or another ailment was going to raise it's ugly head.
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