Friday, April 27, 2007
Only real illness makes you a hypochondriac
I've got a cold.
I've been sneezing all morning. (Even over the bingo client that came into brief us on a pitch. He must have loved that.)
Yesterday I thought it might be flue. My glands have been up and down a lot over the last 10 days but I've just put that down to not really being totally over the op when I went back to work. Then yesterday morning I woke up with golf balls in my throat. They didn't go down.
I didn't take anything. I don't want to suppress this - I want to get through it and be over it by Tuesday. The BC nurse has told me that if I have a temperature or a chest infection I won't be able to have the portocath operation or have the chemo. Which would delay everything and throw the next 4 mths out of whack. I've even started briefing people I work with to try and fix any important meetings in the third week of my cycles. Which if Chemo I got delayed next week, would suddenly become week 1 of my cycle. Not good.
So it is with relief that I have realised it is merely a cold. I should be through the worst of it by Tuesday. But it does mean I probably won't be off to Hereford this weekend. Boring and annoying but I should be staying at home taking it easy rather than driving miles across the country. R can get a lift to London on Monday instead of coming back with me Sunday. He has keys. And it should mean that he won't catch my cold if we avoid eachother until Monday...
When I was worrying about the possibility of flue I took my temperature on my new digital thermometer and it declared I was 35.4 celsius. Clearly my flat is too draughty - that's really low isn't it?
Then I looked up temperatures and what's normal on the internet and found this marvelous bit of writing from Lena Wong:
"Rectal temperatures are an internal measurement taken in the rectum, which fall at 99.6 °F or 37.6 °C. It is the least time consuming and most accurate type of body temperature measurement, being an internal measurement. But it is definitely, by far, not the most comfortable method to measure the body temperature of an individual."
I've never tried to take my temperature that way before and I'm sure I'm not going to start now. Under the tongue is fine for me. And your oral temp should be 37 degrees apparently. Unless you have a particularly low metabolic rate, in which case it could be lower, or if it's early morning, in which case lack of muscle activity before the day starts will mean your body is at a lower temp.
Well, I got the reading of 35.4 late last night after some frenetic muscle activity tidying my flat so my metabolism must be buggered.
God I've turned into a boring old hypochondriac. I never used to think this much about colds, temperatures, sniffs and sneezes.
In my current BC book I'm reading there is a quote from a woman who said "Once you've had cancer, a spot is never just a spot again". It seems that this new found hypochondria is not a unique experience.
I have spots too, but I think they're from coming off the pill. But more mysteriously, my left eye has had a recurring nerve twitch all week.
What can it all mean? Nothing, I suspect.
at 4:11 pm