So we piled into Sophie’s car and set off to Bungay to the dress shop. Bless Claire, the lady in the shop. She dealt so well with my repeated need to sit down before I pass out after trying on each dress. Pink lemonade works wonders when you need a bit of a sugar boost. I ended up choosing the first dress I had tried on... typical me.
Relieved I had finally got a dress to get married in, Andy, Sean and I decided to get a Chinese in for dinner - yum!
My left arm had begun to ache during the afternoon, but I had just put it down to the Picc line settling in. By 8.30pm, my arm had actually become quite swollen, so I decided to call the emergency oncology number to seek advice. The nurse I spoke to said I should call 111 to try to get an out of hours GP appointment. I spoke to a 111 ‘clinician’ who told me to call oncology back and demand to speak to a doctor 😂😂😂. So anyway, we ended up back in A&E!
By this time my arm was about double the width it should be and very grey in colour. We sat for 2 and a half hours while they deliberated what to do with me. They were worried there could be a blood clot and DVT, so they decided to keep me in to have an ultrasound scan the next day. The ultrasound showed blood clots, so the doctors on the general ward wanted to take the line out. However, the oncology doctor I saw in the afternoon said he’d rather keep the line in as it was still functional. The result was that I was sent home with a still swollen arm and the need to inject myself with blood thinners twice a day for the next six months (oh joy!).
