1 October 2025. Yesterday was the first redressing of the legs after going back into compression. It removed 90% of the slough / dead skin in one go. Unfortunately that came with quite a bit of blood and a real mass of pain.
I was sitting on the clinic bed literally shaking with pain and on the verge of yelling the place down. Still very sore but did manage to sleep most of the night from 1:00am onwards anyway. Very damp day here so won't be risking getting them wet by going out today. Keep catching myself falling asleep when I'm sat at my desk or trying to watch telly. I'm turning into my Grandad... Well I could do a lot worse!.
Later in life he developed double vision but was still driving his little Commer campervan about. "How do you manage?" asked my Dad.
"Well if I see two gates when I drive onto a camp site I just aim in between them!" he said cheerfully.
Meanwhile, I stopped driving during COVID, we take taxis to and from the Doctor's and anywhere else when we don't have any offer of a life (I hate asking...)
Another trip to the District Nurse this afternoon. After Tuesday's torture I was surprised that this only became apparent last night. Although the blood and gunge appears on the heel, the pain is higher on the back of the calf but despite the apparent slim look of the leg under that top layer is an absorbent pad and three or four layers of netting and bandage.
8 October 2025. Today was a trip to Fleetwood but not to take in the sea air... No, this trip was to a hut outside the health centre for another MRI scan on the cancer. The legs managed to behave whilst I had it done, but are voicing their displeasure a bit now. "Is it your first?" The radiographer asked.
"No, it's about my 31st..." I answered. Results in around 2 - 4 weeks or so, I imagine.
District Nurses this afternoon. Although there is blood on my heel again we think it came of my boot on Tuesday when there was quite a lot again. So it's a good sign for today.
I am also a bit dismayed in that every slight knock does this to my hands or arms (see pic). Blood vessels must be fragile. First today though, heading into Poulton where a 1940s museum opens this morning for 5 weeks in the Teanlowe shopping centre. We were in yesterday and, as we passed, the door was open and final setting up was going on. I asked if they had any 78rpm records and they hadn't so I'm going in with some this morning including such recognisable ones as Joe Loss: "In The Mood" and Flanagan and Allen's "Underneath The Arches".
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