Were is the balloons? My crown? My presents? I have only gone n done it. Faced my fear and done six days of chemo in a row. I think i shal recieve my award now, or as the grinch says "the child mentioned a cheque?"
In terms of funny stories, I have none since I am in my own company. I do giggle tho at me filling jugs of my own pee to be measured and asked how much water i have drank. My answer: "i don't drink water. I did however polish off that capri-sun" App a carton of something isn't a measurement.
I can say this tho... u get to stay in bed and everything is brought to you, but then again I have zero energy to do anything. It reminds me of a friend, goes by the name of Emmathong. Yessss she may read this and gasp but she is a familiar face to being in bed and adopting the attitude "mmhh i have jus got comfy jane, can't you turn off the light" Eh? Moi? Fiinneeee.
If u are reading this, i have crap all energy to reply so i only come on to the computer cus i find it way easier to talk. If u want to tlk to me. Find me on msn people (gosh! don't i sound popular)
Toodles.xoo
Monday 10 August 2009
Sunday 9 August 2009
Lag Time
Ahhh mateys!!! Final day of E n A chemo... (BEAM) u get it.... so 2mara i am taking in... wait for it 7000ml of fluid plus a ten minute chemo injection through IV (line)
I am starting to sound like my personal doctor. Speaking of hospital people i want to train them in how to close a door without banging it so loud ur skin jumps from your bones. Since i am in a isolation room i have two doors (u open one, stand and sterilse... open second to my greeting face) Anyway that creates a wind tunnel effect and the door are banging from about 6am through to 1pm... the only time when one NEEDS sleep.
I have watched Marley and Me along with Hotel for Dogs. What? A pattern of animals movies? Nevvverrr :D
Ehm trying to think of what other things have been happening. I got for dinner a sandwich one day and i jus looked at it like it was a dead finger on my plate (the chicken was brown in it... not right!) So a lovely lady got me a loaf of wheaten bread which doesn't turn me.
Today i had my sunday dinner (gosh after this no more food talk for u's) and that was nice BIG chicken :D so that was good.
So i wil leave you lot with this
I.HAVE.ONE.FREAKING.MORE.DAY
OF.CHEMO.FOR.THE.REST.OF.MY.ENTIRE.LIFE.
and that my friend makes Jane SUPER DUPER FLIPPING HAPPY :D
xoxox
I am starting to sound like my personal doctor. Speaking of hospital people i want to train them in how to close a door without banging it so loud ur skin jumps from your bones. Since i am in a isolation room i have two doors (u open one, stand and sterilse... open second to my greeting face) Anyway that creates a wind tunnel effect and the door are banging from about 6am through to 1pm... the only time when one NEEDS sleep.
I have watched Marley and Me along with Hotel for Dogs. What? A pattern of animals movies? Nevvverrr :D
Ehm trying to think of what other things have been happening. I got for dinner a sandwich one day and i jus looked at it like it was a dead finger on my plate (the chicken was brown in it... not right!) So a lovely lady got me a loaf of wheaten bread which doesn't turn me.
Today i had my sunday dinner (gosh after this no more food talk for u's) and that was nice BIG chicken :D so that was good.
So i wil leave you lot with this
I.HAVE.ONE.FREAKING.MORE.DAY
OF.CHEMO.FOR.THE.REST.OF.MY.ENTIRE.LIFE.
and that my friend makes Jane SUPER DUPER FLIPPING HAPPY :D
xoxox
Wednesday 5 August 2009
The Beat
Sorry i did forget about my wee heart scan. I am writing bout it because it was bloody fab... seeing ur heart beat and seeing the valves move as i breathed in and out.... jus sooo weird.
I was sitting with the jelly on my chest and getting the wee ultra sound (top half naked) in front of a guy (bit awkard having ur chest poke out from the bedsheet) but yeah it was sooo interesting and jus like when the baby gets scanned you heard my heart beat and the wee noises it made.... soooo cool :D
Also nearly forgot had a wee heart to heart with my bitch tumour. U wil prob see a running trend in my posts, personification. It was a bit shocked that i was telling it that it was leaving my body for good and the fact that it would be gone and never return. It wasn't really accepting my decision but when i told it that it wasn't welcome anymore it nodded glumly and told me that it wud leave. Isn't it kind? (no i ain't mad for speaking to my tumour)
Another wee thing, being in the hospital you get kinda nice food. Had lovely potato slices with sags and then free internet (its like a hotel but not quite)
I am kinda scared of the shower, but hey even that has a shower seat. I wil soon forget how to walk ;)
xoxo
I was sitting with the jelly on my chest and getting the wee ultra sound (top half naked) in front of a guy (bit awkard having ur chest poke out from the bedsheet) but yeah it was sooo interesting and jus like when the baby gets scanned you heard my heart beat and the wee noises it made.... soooo cool :D
Also nearly forgot had a wee heart to heart with my bitch tumour. U wil prob see a running trend in my posts, personification. It was a bit shocked that i was telling it that it was leaving my body for good and the fact that it would be gone and never return. It wasn't really accepting my decision but when i told it that it wasn't welcome anymore it nodded glumly and told me that it wud leave. Isn't it kind? (no i ain't mad for speaking to my tumour)
Another wee thing, being in the hospital you get kinda nice food. Had lovely potato slices with sags and then free internet (its like a hotel but not quite)
I am kinda scared of the shower, but hey even that has a shower seat. I wil soon forget how to walk ;)
xoxo
The Farting Woman
Heya, this is my third day in thee hospital and between me and you *moves closer to screen* I love my bed, freaking comfy :D
Sooo yeah onto my post title, I went for a xray about my hickman line to see it was in the correct place and wasn't "curled" I had a journey and a half on my way down in the coolest chair ever, I feel remotely lazy and they tell you to do things slowly and u know what I LOVE IT :D (emmathong wud esp enjoy it)
The first journey was that i think i was chatted up by a porter telling me that i am farrr to young to be ill and that i should be outside enjoying the sunshine, while asking how old i was and laughing at my age ( clearly flanter dont u think? lol)
The second wee story (invovles the title) as i got to the xray department i seen a woman who was say about 80 with a HUGE humped back (ok ok that is not even being bitchy i am jus stating facts ok...) and every time this woman walked she farted! the loudest farts ever. And she wasnt aware of it at all. It was sooo funny.
Then as i was sitting in my wee chair waiting for a porter to push me up to ward 10, i heard someone get the best news of their life, they were better and as he whistled and waved. I felt like slowly slipping my foot out of the wheelchair, tripping him up and then whistling and smiling at him like i didnt do anything wrong. Jealous? Never! haha.
So yeah got my xray done and then got my hickman line redressed.... only to tell Dr. K that my knitting was going to make a long ladder to aid me in escaping from the hospital. Needless to say he laughed and told me "jane 10 floors mean a lot of wool"
Me thinks i could knit fast... dont u?
At the moment I am getting my first chemo dose but from everyone else app i dont feel anything til about the 4th day where upon they stick me on a constant supply of antisickness drugs and sleeping thing.... a needle into the stomach and stays there. Can't wait for that cus it knocks u out....
Might post later if i have another interesting story from hospital to tell but at the moment i am tucked into my bed and listening to music to keep me happy... "i touch myself" anyone (the song u ppl not a question!)
xoxox
Sooo yeah onto my post title, I went for a xray about my hickman line to see it was in the correct place and wasn't "curled" I had a journey and a half on my way down in the coolest chair ever, I feel remotely lazy and they tell you to do things slowly and u know what I LOVE IT :D (emmathong wud esp enjoy it)
The first journey was that i think i was chatted up by a porter telling me that i am farrr to young to be ill and that i should be outside enjoying the sunshine, while asking how old i was and laughing at my age ( clearly flanter dont u think? lol)
The second wee story (invovles the title) as i got to the xray department i seen a woman who was say about 80 with a HUGE humped back (ok ok that is not even being bitchy i am jus stating facts ok...) and every time this woman walked she farted! the loudest farts ever. And she wasnt aware of it at all. It was sooo funny.
Then as i was sitting in my wee chair waiting for a porter to push me up to ward 10, i heard someone get the best news of their life, they were better and as he whistled and waved. I felt like slowly slipping my foot out of the wheelchair, tripping him up and then whistling and smiling at him like i didnt do anything wrong. Jealous? Never! haha.
So yeah got my xray done and then got my hickman line redressed.... only to tell Dr. K that my knitting was going to make a long ladder to aid me in escaping from the hospital. Needless to say he laughed and told me "jane 10 floors mean a lot of wool"
Me thinks i could knit fast... dont u?
At the moment I am getting my first chemo dose but from everyone else app i dont feel anything til about the 4th day where upon they stick me on a constant supply of antisickness drugs and sleeping thing.... a needle into the stomach and stays there. Can't wait for that cus it knocks u out....
Might post later if i have another interesting story from hospital to tell but at the moment i am tucked into my bed and listening to music to keep me happy... "i touch myself" anyone (the song u ppl not a question!)
xoxox
Tuesday 4 August 2009
Hickman Line
Hey, so told everyone that I would post about my hickman line once it was in. In the past I have got my PICC line in about five times (in total) and this hickman line was a completely new thing to me.
I was taken down to a vasualar place in the back end of the city hospital and the staff were all females who scarily looked the same. This is when the show started. I was brought into the controlled xray area and put on the xray table. The point of the xray was so that they could see precisely were the line was going in. I nodded as they told me this thinkin... oh it wil be froze with magic stuff and i wil have to sit there for a hour and wait til they have finished with me. How wrong I was.... i was hooked up to a heart machine, blood pressure attached to my arm, surgery cap on my bald head (a funny look i wish to wear out for the night) very very cold cleansing agent that made it all sterile....
So off they went with the local magic stuff that i cant spell and nor shal i try because i dont want to look stupid in my own fab blog ;) Anywho they did the magic stuff and needless to say i cud stil feel them poking so more was applied to my chest area. After a while they started. Now I don't want to go into tooooo much detail incase people get bored with me talking but they made two holes to thread the line in via a wire up over my collar bone and into my main vein that connects to my heart... so i felt the wire go in, the blood pour down my neck and them threading the line in. As my heart rate increased i began to wonder whether I would get away with killing them all and walking out without a hickman line.... but needless to say they stitched me up and smiled sweetly at me, commenting on my nice taste in duvet cover....
The fun for me didnt end there tho, I waited for a good half an hour and in that time talked to a woman who cud only be described as being pulled through a hedge as her white hair was wild on top of her head like a monster and she had glasses that looked like they were hand made.... she of course was getting a bone or something cut out and i wished her luck as she giggled...and that isnt my imagination. THEN! Just as i thought i was going to get away from the crazy place another man came in from wales... invovled in a car accident and through his oxegyen mask he started to smile and wave at me... a man aged over 50 with 3 missing teeth and two broken ribs who looked like he was high on morphine. How did i know this? For his was rubbing his stomach constantly while scratching his head.
And you lot think i am insane ;)
xoxoxo
I was taken down to a vasualar place in the back end of the city hospital and the staff were all females who scarily looked the same. This is when the show started. I was brought into the controlled xray area and put on the xray table. The point of the xray was so that they could see precisely were the line was going in. I nodded as they told me this thinkin... oh it wil be froze with magic stuff and i wil have to sit there for a hour and wait til they have finished with me. How wrong I was.... i was hooked up to a heart machine, blood pressure attached to my arm, surgery cap on my bald head (a funny look i wish to wear out for the night) very very cold cleansing agent that made it all sterile....
So off they went with the local magic stuff that i cant spell and nor shal i try because i dont want to look stupid in my own fab blog ;) Anywho they did the magic stuff and needless to say i cud stil feel them poking so more was applied to my chest area. After a while they started. Now I don't want to go into tooooo much detail incase people get bored with me talking but they made two holes to thread the line in via a wire up over my collar bone and into my main vein that connects to my heart... so i felt the wire go in, the blood pour down my neck and them threading the line in. As my heart rate increased i began to wonder whether I would get away with killing them all and walking out without a hickman line.... but needless to say they stitched me up and smiled sweetly at me, commenting on my nice taste in duvet cover....
The fun for me didnt end there tho, I waited for a good half an hour and in that time talked to a woman who cud only be described as being pulled through a hedge as her white hair was wild on top of her head like a monster and she had glasses that looked like they were hand made.... she of course was getting a bone or something cut out and i wished her luck as she giggled...and that isnt my imagination. THEN! Just as i thought i was going to get away from the crazy place another man came in from wales... invovled in a car accident and through his oxegyen mask he started to smile and wave at me... a man aged over 50 with 3 missing teeth and two broken ribs who looked like he was high on morphine. How did i know this? For his was rubbing his stomach constantly while scratching his head.
And you lot think i am insane ;)
xoxoxo
Monday 3 August 2009
Loner Time
Hey just posting to let you know that I got a bed (looks like this one isnt going to be snatched up by someone else) and i am going into hospital 2nite (which is 3rd Aug...)
I am going to be positive here and say i am going to try to be outta hospital in about 20 days soooo that makes it (easy maths) the 23rd which is when this blog wil end and i wil be happy destroying it along with all the memories.
Haha I kinda imagine myself in the cycle helmet going to take part in that old show i used to watch as a kid on saturday night, gladiators.... the chemo of course is the huge people who push you down. I will of course have my wee knee pads and elbow pads to prevent me from being slayed by them ;)
Scout honour not to soon too depressing once I get into hospital. No one likes a sad face :)
Toodles....
Oh p.s. this is my wee song that makes me stay positive- Kanye West Stronger (the lyrics esp)
xox
I am going to be positive here and say i am going to try to be outta hospital in about 20 days soooo that makes it (easy maths) the 23rd which is when this blog wil end and i wil be happy destroying it along with all the memories.
Haha I kinda imagine myself in the cycle helmet going to take part in that old show i used to watch as a kid on saturday night, gladiators.... the chemo of course is the huge people who push you down. I will of course have my wee knee pads and elbow pads to prevent me from being slayed by them ;)
Scout honour not to soon too depressing once I get into hospital. No one likes a sad face :)
Toodles....
Oh p.s. this is my wee song that makes me stay positive- Kanye West Stronger (the lyrics esp)
xox
Sunday 2 August 2009
Something happy to blog about
Ok since i made this blog i suppose i have to juggle some fun things in here too...like getting thee new hair cut... Who would have thought that me and my furry creature (my nickname for thee wig) would embrace love together and go and get it cut. Now as I described to my hairdresser how it kinds of run and scurries onto my awaiting head every day she looked at me as tho i had not one bald head but two ;) So off we went to get it cut and indeed i was thinking of my old hair style as what i wanted... only to realise that the wig wasnt wanting tat at all. So we jus snipped the sides a bit and left the "sweeping" fringe as it was. Result: the hair look less like a creature and more like well... ehm hair It was of course a rare thing to do in a teens life, go and get their wig cut while fellow people in the hairdressers said they loved my hair (not knowing it was pure fake) Me and my creature needless to say walked out of the hairdressers lookin fresh and wind swept. When i got home i realised my... (wait for it).... wig liner (now laugh) had arrived. Can a girl help it if she has touchy skin that is sensitive... i popped on what can only be described as a head sock and while i looked like i was going swimming wif my face pulled to heaven i decided best not to wear the liner.... I think that was the best decision all round. So the furry creature has a head to sit on in my sisters room (one of those poly one and yes! i did apply make up to its face) and it looks like its settling in nicely.... I hope it doesn't turn suddenly alive after me personifing it. There! And that my followers was someting HAPPY to blog about.... Cus tbh u gotta be happy, if u aren't u wil end up in a darken room rocking and nibblin on ur hair muttering bout how fab I am ;) Toodle for now.xox
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