It's not that the nurses aren't nice. It's just that it reminds me of chemo, and the smells and associations with that building make me feel physically sick.
This, I worked out, is why I've been putting off going to the day care centre to get my current three days and counting high temparature checked out. They want me in to do blood tests and urine samples, to see if I have an infection, and indeed, if my body is capable of fighting it. They want to see if my white blood cells are high enough to fight this off. If not, they will have to admit me. Which I don't want. But it's bugging me that my temp has not yet dropped for any length of time. Yesterday afternoon it dropped below 37 for about an hour, but has been up between 37.5 and 38 ever since so I'm heading there now to get checked out.
On the plus side, my hair is growing and is actually starting to become visible. I use this blog so often to rant about the bad stuff I've quite forgotten to include some more positive news.
A week before the last chemo my scalp started to ache like it did when the hair was falling out. By the time the chemo treatment arrived, I noticed a faint shadow, rather like Desperate Dan's chin, but only at the very top of the crown. Basically just where it first started to go. Now, three weeks on from my scalp hurting, I have a very short and very faint fuzz on the crown and more shadow/pre-fuzz developing around the sides, at the front, and I assume at the back. It's a lot thinner than my old hair, of which there is still the odd strand on my head. It makes looking in the morning every day far more exciting than it has been for a long time...
And so far, it doesn't look remotely ginger, despite R's repeated attempts to make me think it is.