Two units of blood later

I had an ultrasound of my left thigh today and though haven't heard back yet, I should be going home tomorrow. Apparently they've already done my discharge notes and the lady from the pharmacy has already been through alllllllllll my pills and things with me so I'm assuming the docs have had a look and are happy with what they saw (no worrying collection of fluid/infection/no need to operate or stick me with any big needles).

Oozing stopped soon after the staples were out yesterday it seems. Everything feels much better. I'm not really using the crutches in my room to move around and get up, and have for most of today and yesterday not been attached to an IV so after waiting in a corridor for 2 hours around my ultrasound I got dressed in real clothes and was wheeled down to the cafe to have lunch with my parents and some family who are down from Queensland! I was afraid I'd miss their visit entirely it was lovely. Especially since I didn't have to eat hospital cafe food and mum instead brought stuff from dobinson's (an excellent pastry shop).

The combination of having the staples out, greater freedom of movement, family, good food, being out of my really rather quite dark room and the hopes of escaping soon made for a pretty great improvement in my mood. Felt pretty normal at lunch, which is a nice change. With all these drugs in my system the strangest or simplest or silliest things send me into floods of tears or make me extremely irritable. All the time. Which frustrates me and makes me cry more. In fact just typing this brought me to the brink of tears.  Tedious! At least I have some eyelashes now to help with that.

The super soft almost-could-be-a-haircut-hair I had before radio is now gone - though I still have eyebrows etc. Though if they're going to come out I wish they'd do it now so I dont have the bother of fixing them up. I cant wait to start looking like myself properly again. That'l do wonders for my mood too I think. My face is very puffy still - not as bad as it was but still. Eyebrows all funny and all pale. The hospital gown and too-big-for-me dressing gown dont help really either. At least I'm not walking with an old person frame or like a baby t-rex like I was before the surgeries. Now, if I walk with one crutch, I feel more like Dr. House than anything, which I'm much more comfortable with.

So I just finished watching the BBC Sherlock Holmes with dad. Yeah I know we're a bit late to the party, but gee, that was pretty good actually if anyone else out there hasn't gotten to it yet. Thank goodness for laptops. I think I'd go absolutely mad in here if it were the 90's or something, since so much of the time I'm too tired to read in here. I seem to always be on heavy duty pain killers and/or anaemic when I'm in here. Not to mention chemo.

I'm sure there are actualy more imporant medical details to share with you than sherlock but I'm going to go to bed now and I'l remember whatever I've forgotten tomorrow. At home :)