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Yummy, yummy in my tummy

So after 5 days here is the first food that's passed my lips. 


It was the microwave white rice you get in packets in the supermarket and after eating nothing at all for so long it felt horribly greasy and unpalatable. I ate about 1/5th because I didn't want to go from famine to feast and overload my stomach and bowels. It didn't cause me any real problems although I could feel my bowels waking up and working a little while after eating it. I suppose the next step is to eat a little bit more and see how I manage that. 

I've been onto St Marks today to try and get another appointment with my consultant down there. The more I think about it the more uncomfortable I am about transferring my care to Nottingham to a doctor that I have absolutely no faith in or respect for, especially when the team at St Marks are so amazing. I know that logistically it's going to be difficult but in my heart of hearts I'm sure that this is the right decision. I think I need to get a little bit better about asking for help rather than thinking that I will be fine just jumping on the train and going down there myself. My sister has said that she will take me if Hubby or Dad can't so I think I'm just gonna suck it up and do the journey even if I'm feeling as rough as a badgers arse on the day of the appointment. 

In other news, I had my last antibiotic dose 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉 and since then I've started to feel a bit more human. The dose that they give you in hospital to fight these bugs is like a super super strength one and I think antibiotics always make you feel a bit crap because they kill the good stuff in you as well as the bad. The next step is to have blood cultures taken and if they show I'm bug free then I will be able to have a new Hickman line inserted. I'm hoping that the doctors have provisionally booked me a slot for this to be done on Friday afternoon which would mean that I could be home next Monday. I can't allow myself to get too excited because I know how hard it can be to get rid of a candida infection. When I've been on the IFU ward in St Marks in the past I saw some people in there with it who needed multiple courses of antibiotics to shift it so I'm hoping and praying that I won't be the same. I really don't think I could take another 2 weeks in here away from Hubby and the kids. So positive thoughts that the blood cultures come back clear. 

NB x






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