A mammoth undertaking

Hmm. What an odd day!

I started this morning knowing I would be going out just before lunch to meet some friends, but I knew I would have plenty of time to start the day normally. I had just finished breakfast, and said goodbye to Gillian as she went to work, when I started feeling a little queasy. Then I felt a lot queasy and very shortly I was vomiting up my breakfast and all the tea I had drunk. There was a huge amount of it! I could tell exactly how much there was because the inside of the disposable sick bowls given to me by the hospital is marked with graduated measurements. However, I felt much better afterwards, and was able to carry on with my day as if nothing had happened.

Graham picked me up at about 11:30 and we drove up to Ludlow to meet up with Andy at his house. He fed us bread and ham and cheese, and a fidget pie, which was delicious. Ludlow is renowned as a foodie town, so we weren’t surprised to have been well fed. After lunch we reminisced a little before wandering around the town, circumnavigating the castle, and then wandering back to Andy’s house. Graham drove me back in time to cook the evening meal.

Since then, however, I’ve barely been able to move. My back has seized up again, and although it doesn’t hurt while I lie here on the sofa, I’m in agony whenever I try to get up again. It’s the first time it’s been bad today since I got up, when it is normally painful until I’ve taken my morning painkillers.

So a really rather good day was bookended by some unexpected vomiting at one end, and some unexpected pain at the other. Strange. Let’s hope it doesn’t get too bad before the radiotherapy scheduled next week.