Still have a bruise from the original IV line. I quite like it but it just doesn’t go away. Even with the augmentin, I kept everything down today by sleeping off the nausea. This meant I had miso soup for morning tea which was the tastiest thing in the world and oh my goodness. I had overcooked macaroni with butter and salt for early dinner and my face was apparently precious when Mum suggested it. I looked like a small child at Christmas. Damn butter and salt, I missed you so so so bad. About an hour ago I had soggy rice bubbles to get the augmentin down and it was delicious. Breakfast tomorrow? I think so. My coagulants are all finished so let us pray for no more bleeds! I’ve lost 7.5 pounds, hovering just above the 110 pound mark (50.5kg). My upper arms are the smallest they’ve been in four years. I’m just hoping my boobs and my butt don’t lose too much. I’ll be happy to gain it all back in the weeks that follow my recovery. Tomorrow I’m going to have a lukewarm shower so I do not smell like drugs and hospital, and wash my hair so it can be fluffy for my visitors (yep, Jes and Jackalope had first dibs so they get the privilege of tomorrow). Still craving KFC fried chicken the most, for some bizarre reason. In a week I will devour a snackbox of it with all of the love in my heart and soul.

Still have a bruise from the original IV line. I quite like it but it just doesn’t go away.

Even with the augmentin, I kept everything down today by sleeping off the nausea. This meant I had miso soup for morning tea which was the tastiest thing in the world and oh my goodness. I had overcooked macaroni with butter and salt for early dinner and my face was apparently precious when Mum suggested it. I looked like a small child at Christmas. Damn butter and salt, I missed you so so so bad. About an hour ago I had soggy rice bubbles to get the augmentin down and it was delicious. Breakfast tomorrow? I think so.

My coagulants are all finished so let us pray for no more bleeds!

I’ve lost 7.5 pounds, hovering just above the 110 pound mark (50.5kg). My upper arms are the smallest they’ve been in four years. I’m just hoping my boobs and my butt don’t lose too much. I’ll be happy to gain it all back in the weeks that follow my recovery.

Tomorrow I’m going to have a lukewarm shower so I do not smell like drugs and hospital, and wash my hair so it can be fluffy for my visitors (yep, Jes and Jackalope had first dibs so they get the privilege of tomorrow).

Still craving KFC fried chicken the most, for some bizarre reason. In a week I will devour a snackbox of it with all of the love in my heart and soul.