Friday evening passed without any real incidents, just a little tired compared to normal, got some cake and cards. Next morning my back was worse than it normally is and woke me up early again, but after some paracetamol I got back to sleep and lay in till around tenish. When I was having breakfast my brother called over with his kids and got another couple of cards and a some Celebrations as well. A bit later "ding dong", a large box for me, I couldn't work out what I had ordered and not got yet, opened the box and it was full of chocolate!!!! Thornton's chocolate, toffees and truffles, that's my meals sorted out for the next few days. Took a bit to find out where it came from as i couldn't find where the label was but it turned out it was from my Aunt Dot and Erick, thank you.
Felt really bad all morning and into the afternoon, as if I had a chill or flu, tingly and uncomfortable and stiff. Joints are really sore as well, just want to roll up into a ball and lie there. Started getting sweats too, no temperature though for now and hopefully this will continue, but now having second thoughts about heading out tonight for a few drinks for my birthday.
In the afternoon I was playing with my nephew and we were throwing the ball back and forth and this seemed to get rid of all the blocked grogginess and most of the pains went away but still not a hundred percent and still had the sweats for the rest of the day, which I didn't quite like but I couldn't do anything about it as even in when I'm cold I'm still like this. That evening though I got to meet up with some people for drinks, was a great night was nice to get out again after 96 days without any booze. This is the longest I had been off booze since I started drinking all those years ago, the next "milestone" is on Wednesday when I will be off cigarettes for eleven weeks, or at least that's definitely when I had stopped, it may even be longer that I've been off them for.
The hardest part of the smoking was last week when I was out and about and going past places that I would normally spark up and resisting the urge to, I always knew it was more of a mental addiction rather than a physical one and considering the physical addiction is all gone and it is purely a mental one now.
Sunday I didn't have much planned nor want to do anything, firstly though I wasn't hung over which was quite a pleasant surprise, even though I did have a fairly early night compared to what was the norm. But I did still have the sore back, which eased again when I got up and about for a bit and was still sweaty and warm again today, but still no temperature. Watched the Community Shield and was told that the Vulcan Bomber was taking off from the City Airport at about 3.20 so kept an eye out for that and got a video. Pity it took off towards Bangor/Holywood so it was quite a distance away but was still impressive and glad I seen it.
As the day went on I was just getting gradually worse, was starting to get sore joints again and the sweats were still going on. I was getting incredibly tired and even starting to get a bit dizzy at times. By the time I was going to sleep I was so tired, but for some reason I wasn't able to get to sleep, I was completely done out. Eventually got round but not for long, woke up again with my back in agony and soaked with sweat.
Monday was the worst I had felt for quite some time since before I was diagnosed, but at least now I'm starting to know how I feel with the chemo and how I feel with the lymphoma and starting to get an idea of when things begin to happen. Back sore again when I woke up but didn't take any paracetamol to make sure it wasn't just that that was clearing up my back in the mornings. But this may have been a bad idea, as the morning went on I was getting more and more sweaty and sore, my joints and glands being uncomfortable, felt very groggy and tired. This gradually got worse and worse and my temperature was gradually rising but never got so high to call the hospital.
I ended up going back to bed for a while to try and sweat it out and seemed to work to an extent but not fully, by this stage I took some paracetamol and it at least took my temperature down, but still felt very drowsy and felt my lymphatic system was still all blocked up, as the day went on these have gradually died down and now I'm just sweaty, so I'm thinking tomorrow when I get up the first thing I'm going to have to do is to go for a walk to get it out of me early, but that also depends if I get any sleep tonight.
This hasn't been the greatest few days that I've had, but at least I had a good time on Saturday night for my birthday, doubt I'll be about again for a while, while I've been writing this I've been watching the Amazing Spiderman so, I'm definitely going to have to read over it to make sure it makes sense, but I haven't done too much over the few days so I don't think I've missed too much to tell, next one will hopefully be a bit more fun and back to some "adventures", rather than sore this sweaty, lying around which is this condenced into a few words.