Hello…its me…I am still here…
Its been a few days which being completely honest haven’t been great
So I left you with me taking horse pills so that must have been Wednesday last week, wow where has 5 days gone!
Wednesday pills taken and off to bed to be woken up at around midnight with the most excruciating chest pains, I can only describe the feeling of someone squeezing me tightly around the chest while another person is trying to administer CPR to my chest, not that anyone has but I imagine it felt rather like the pain.
I lay there as you do, trying to be quiet and not writhe around the bed, I didn’t want to wake my husband, 1, he had to get up for work and 2, I would have been in that car and on my way to A&E before I could say..my pyjama’s are inside out. So I did what most people do, got up and writhed about on the sofa, I couldn’t get comfy, not supposed to take ibuprofen because of my blood cancer so did the British thing and made a cup of tea and generally just writhed around trying to get comfortable, as you do.
At some point I must have dropped off as I heard the alarm go off at 5.30am, jumping up to put the kettle on the pain appeared to have eased, it was still there but more of a dull throb now..phew!
Tea and breakfast made with Hubby waved off to work I thought I spend some time making a list of things I needed to do that day. Sitting at the dining table writing away I suddenly noticed that the vision in my left eye was a bit iffy, hand over the right eye so my brain could figure out what was going on I realised it was fly eye!
If anyone suffered or have ever suffered with migraine you will know what I mean. Fly eye is my early warning system that I need to pop some pills tout sweet to zap that mother chuffer….
Having not had a migraine for 2 years I couldn’t remember were Id put the tablets I had been prescribed…chemo brain strikes again. You’d think look in the logical place…this is chemo brain there is no logical place!
Having hunted high and low with one eye I eventually found them shoved in a container with the dogs vaccination cards, was obviously a logical place at the time.
Tablet popped I positioned myself on the sofa with sunglasses on, a cold flannel on my head and a pillow on top, no idea if this actually works but I’ve always done it and I think its more of a security thing now. Desperately wanting to go to bed to try and sleep it off but I cant as I’m expecting a delivery. Trying to get downstairs with fly eye, sunglasses, a flannel + pillow is bad enough, throw in 2 hyper dogs who want to get at whoever is behind that door is bad enough but throw the cat in who thinks he just should get involved = recipe for disaster so the safest place for me was the sofa.
I lay on the sofa and all of a suddenly felt sick, I’ve never been sick with migraine and to be honest I have only had a cup of tea so not sure where this is coming from.
All I can say is I felt like I had been run over by a bus and it had come back to run move over again just to make sure.
Yes I’ve got cancer but oh heck migraine is awful, having not had one for 2 years I’d forgotten how life limiting they can be and I have no idea how people cope with them on a regular basis. I may have days where I struggle but migraine stops you in your tracks end of, so hats off to anyone that has to deal with them.
Eventually the migraine starts to dwindle and its bed time again, I am exhausted, could sleep on a washing line but oh no the chest is back again and so the spiral begins, this continues until at 3.00am on Sunday when I have a eureka moment and I don’t have that many anymore 😉
I worked out my chest muscles were going into spasm, no idea why, could be caused by the chest infection but yay its not serious!!!!
I went back to see my GP yesterday to have a follow up for the chest infection and thought I would mention it.
I think my GP is great. most people complain about her being rude, she isn’t rude, she doesn’t suffer fools gladly and if there is nothing wrong with you she isn’t afraid to say it.
Having examined my chest, listened to my heart and announced it was fine and I wasn’t having a heart attack which I already knew she informed me I had pulled the muscles in my chest and they were going into spasm.
Now here’s the part that made us both smile, she said, I am going to put your cancer to one side and as this is not related ask you a set of questions.
Have you been running
Have you lifted anything heavy
Any form of extreme sport
Before I had chance to answer my GP is laughing and apologises which makes me laugh, she apologises again and says, yes I know you have cancer and the chance of you running a marathon is very unlikely but I’m not going to sit here and say, what do you expect you’ve got cancer so suck it up butter cup.
That’s why I like her she is one of the few Doctors I see and I see a few that doesn’t blame everything on cancer. I am sent away with instructions to place a hot water bottle on my back, get Hubby to massage it with tiger balm and come back if its no better by Friday.
Its actually much better but I look like poo from lack of sleep and will probably sleep the rest of the week away.