It may only be for a few hours, but exiting Anglesey right now is a high risk strategy. I had planned on an evening departure. But circumstances have put the hot tub out of bounds and I have aspirations to depart early.
Chemotherapy has caused constipation, again. The laxative dose is up to three sachets a day. The much welcome relief, alas, has been a little too keen. At present I’m hopping backwards and forwards between the gents and the shower. The three hour drive home looks an optimistic challenge, despite a hospital appointment tomorrow.
It isn’t meant to be like this. The painkillers that had previously caused a similar problem aren’t currently in use. It’s a cruel twist that chemotherapy has replaced them as a cause of severe discomfort. Crueller too that my hot tub desires have to be curtailed just in case there’s an accident as a result of a supposedly simple treatment to deal with the condition.
Granted, most reading this probably don’t want a full match report. But if you, relatives or friends ever find yourselves with a similar problem my sympathy is right there with you. Along with an emergency towel for sitting on just in case. No H in “sitting” as yet. The three sachet dose gives me time to reach nearby facilities …
Glad I held back from the eight sachets a day suggestion online. That would have been a disaster I’d never recover from!