BMT + 22 & 23

Haem: 76 | 72

White: 0.6 | 0.7

Platelets: 17 | 17

Neut: 0.0 | 0.1

Nausea is the enemy.

Yesterday (Friday) was pretty much spent asleep again as they treated my nausea with Lorazopen (?) which wiped me out once again and although I did not sleep solidly - I drifted in an out of sleep for most of the day - so nothing really exciting yesterday.

Today woke feeling much better, and a new agreed regime of Maxilon and then cycolzene to overcome the nausea has seemed to work. Still some underlying sense of it, but I managed to eat breakfast, a real lunch and a great (home roasted) chicken on a bread roll for dinner. I enjoyed them all and just hope it all stays down.

Today was quiet as Anth had returned home to pick up our car as we sold one whilst down here (thankfully) and also to pick up his Dad who is going to stay for a little while (until I get out of hospital). So this morning it was the regular routine of shower and exercises and then do a number of laps of the ward. Once back in the room, I sat down in the chair and flicked through some magazines a kind visitor bought earlier this week. (thank you!).

I got a unit of blood and then headed out to heat up my lunch. After that I climbed into bed and watched some Netflix, and dozed off for about 20 min.

Shortly after that my youngest daughter turned up and we caught up on what has been happening with her. Anth turned up with the chicken roll and that pretty much sums up the day.

So, it is just a slow waiting game. I was most disappointed yesterday when the neutrophils dropped to 0.0 again, even though the white cell count went up, but happy to see them appear again today - even though still only at 0.1 again. I just look forward to the day when suddenly the neut's jump up to 0.4, or even better 0.5 and stay there (or keep going up) as then I have the opportunity to look at leaving here.

It has been just over a month in this room and I am a bit over it - starting to feel locked in and a bit claustrophobic. Walking around the ward is not much fun, so the incentive to actually do anything is not great - except to get out of here (so that should be incentive enough). Once out, at least I'll be able to do some walking in the part ( presuming it's not 30 degrees at 8.30am as apparently it was this morning).

I miss the kids, there are things that need to be organised for them that I am unable to do, and I miss the dogs and the cat, my bed, my kitchen and just generally having my own space.

They keep saying I'm on track, but it would just be nice to see it in the numbers...