Day 2 started for me at 4.53 am. Or at least that’s when I chose to wake up!
Which I can’t really grumble about since I dropped off at about 11 ish. In a strange bed, sweating like mad with Christ knows what pumping through my system, 6 hours is a good enough achievement for me!
I woke up at around 2 am with my cannulated arm in some serious pain, but just think it was the position of it. I hadn’t kept my arm particularly straight so bending it, right at the point of cannulation wasn’t doing me any favours. A change of its resting place seemed to sort it right out though.
I saw the early rise an opportunity to take advantage of the time difference and spent some time texting my sister who’s in New Zealand. Before I knew it, it was 6.15 and I was ready to drop off again. Unfortunately the night nurse had other ideas and appeared at my bed to give me the greatest wake up call of all time. A blood sugar test which basically feels like you’ve stapled your finger to the table! Never mind. Alarm clocks are for losers anyway.
I text Dave at roughly 9 am after I’d showered, got dressed and eaten breakfast. I didn’t get a response but he did walk through the door at 10am which was a nice surprise.
The rest of the day has passed in a bit of a boring blur to be honest. My second lot of tablets made my blood pressure drop so I went really faint. I eventually started infusion at 2pm. The delay happened as I needed to wait 22 hours before I could go again.
I had a face time with mum and dad a little earlier on which was nice. (Mum was showing off her desperado, whilst I was still ploughing through my mammoth effort of water. I’ve got through almost 4 litres today plus a couple of glasses of orange juice and a coffee. On the plus side, toilet trips are at about 87 now so that’s a definite improvement!)
I’m feeling mostly good though except tiredness has hit but can’t drop off yet as I still have another couple of hours of observations to go. My temperature has just started to spike in the last half hour too so they’re keeping a close eye on me.
All in all, a boring day. But as my mum always says, “boring’s good!”