I forgot to mention in my Onco post that whilst I was at the Galton Unit on Thursday I bumped into the breast care nurse who was in attendance when God aspirated the seroma 10 days ago and, as the antibiotics were due to finish the following day, I asked her if she'd mind having a quick peek to make sure it all looked OK.
She wanted to find somewhere a bit more private than reception (obviously) so took me through the treatment room to a small area at the far side. The room was full of chairs, I didn't count how many, and in each one of them sat someone hooked up to a drip receiving their dose of poisons - I waltzed through feeling fit as a fiddle but it did hit me that in a few weeks I could be one of those poor souls (absolutely not allowing self-pity to creep in here, honestly).
Anyway back to the seroma, Louise seemed to think all was well, but before you could say knife she whipped out her pen and - I think you may guess where this is going - drew on me again!!! As before, should the reddening spread outside of the markings, get more antibiotics. So far, everything's looking good and the swelling is also well down.
One of the treatments that, allegedly, we don't yet know I need, can apparently cause osteonecrosis of the jaw so would I please make arrangements to have a full dental assessment as soon as possible. I am somewhat embarrassed to admit that I don't regularly go to the dentist, so we decided to try the fairly posh looking dental practice close to home and waited the best part of 40 mins whilst the extremely self-important person in front went through her diary, hour-by-hour, until they could find a suitable time for her. The receptionist didn't seem the brightest but was very sweet to me and calmed my nerves, assuring me they would look after me well. The appointment was set for next week but Friday we got a call to say there was a cancellation that afternoon if I would like it - you bet I would, as Ian is still around to hold my hand 👫
My lovely dentist's name is Pumba (I think) and I keep having Reggie Perring-like moments when I see a warthog before my eyes (think Lion King). She was patient, kind, everything you could hope for especially as I kept having mini meltdowns at the thought that neglecting my teeth may prevent me from having essential (???) treatment. But all is OK, two small fillings and a good clean up needed - not cheap mind you, but I have a few year's ££££ in the tooth bank.
Oh and I must get a flu jab done - amazingly my doctors have booked me in for the first day their vaccines are delivered.
And now my appointment for the more extensive heart test has arrived in the post.
