The steroids wore off during Saturday. Still felt kind of normal. Managed to drive and buy horse food and do the ponies on my own. Shopped, cooked. Took the dogs out with Alfie and Tabby. By Sunday though things had changed. It seems horribly self-indulgent but I did nothing but eat and sleep. Muesli and fruit, back to bed. Did ponies with Fred’s help. Overriding feeling of weakness with stabbing pains in the legs. Grilled tomatoes, wild rice, courgettes and green beans, back to bed. Wholemeal pasta and shiitake mushrooms, didn’t even get out of bed for that one.
Slept all night, then woke at six. Shaky and stiff, made it into bathroom and before I knew it just toppled over and found myself on the floor, weakly scrabbling about like a dying rabbit. Felt very shivery and odd.
Fred helped me back to bed. Had some codeine. I realise we should have taken temperature at that point but didn’t think of it. Couldn’t eat but drank tea. Fred drove me to the ponies later. We did the minimum, food, water, hay. Fred even brushed them a bit. Well done Fred. He does call Princey Ponce though which is annoying as Prince is far from a poncey chap.
Went back to bed for an hour, took codeine at 11.30 and then went out for lunch at 12.30. Lovely people and conversation and food and the codeine kept all at bay for three hours.
Back in bed trying to control the shivers remembered to take temp. It was 38.5. Oops. It says on my sheet ‘If your temperature is 38.5 phone the hospital immediately because of the risk of infection.’ We took it again after an hour. It was the same so we did phone the hosp. They said to take it again in an hour. (I know, we’re always ahead of them!) If it was the same again I might have to go in to be assessed. This was eight pm Easter Monday. The thought of driving to Addenbrooke’s, parking, walking, being assessed (we all know what that means: needles and more needles)….all a big urgh. What could I do to bring the temp down?
‘Fred, I’ll take my remedy. Carcinosen 200, this’ll bring it down.’
‘You do that, dear,’ said Fred, a tad condescendingly. He pities people who have blind faith in things.
After an hour the temperature was 38.2 and after another hour 38.0. At midnight it was 37.7. Now it is 37.2.
Haha, saved from a night of pointless pricks. (I mean the needle variety not any other variety.)