As the bank holiday draws to a close, a rather nice Yorkshire lady pours me a glass of wine. A pleasant evening in is planned and then the pelvic pain screams at me.
First drug, paracetamol. Failure, but it gives me a chance to pay a visit before constipation causing drugs have to be taken.
Second drug, slow release morphine. Twelve hours of possible sleep, and a high chance of an early end to a pleasant night in.
I pack my bag ready to leave in the morning. Leaving the drugs next to the bed as some may be useful in the night. Not the motphines though. I swig rapid action morphine and it seems to numb the pain rapidly.
Amitriptylene goes unused, for now. But if my right leg starts shaking in the night I won’t hesitate.
Staying awake much beyond 9pm with this lot inside me seems unlikely. But sleep and these stronger drugs are my plan C. Plan D is get on a morphine drip at the hospital. I could do without that.
Thursday is when Oncobabe updates me on my treatment options. It can’t come soon enough. I can’t believe radiotherapy hasn’t already happened.