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Everyone is ill. Emily became ill on Wednesday and has been banished to her room. Hannah had sniffles and kept saying it was hay fever. Now she has a sore throat. Simon is complaining that he has something as it’s behind his eyes and he doesn’t feel right. So last night Hannah stayed over at Tom’s house so that I could isolate in her bedroom. It might’ve been the right solution for Simon as I had a terrible night’s sleep.  

Restless legs are becoming a real problem after the steroids, or is it the chemotherapy itself? They ache so much, and I am constantly putting them in and out the bed covers as I don’t know what to do with them. The bed’s too hot, put one leg out. Still too hot, both legs out. Too cold, one leg in. Not that leg, the other leg, and so on, and so on, and so on. So, I listen to a podcast. Then another, Then another. Sleep doesn’t come. Then it does. Then by bowels wake me up at 3am as I must go to the toilet NOW. Back to bed and start the cycle of the legs all over again. Finally fall asleep at around 5am, then brain wakes up at 7:30am as it’s time to get up and take the pills. 

Extra pills needed today as the bowels didn’t want to keep anything in them again. 4-5 times in 24 hours was when I was told I needed to take the Imodium. 5 times in 16 hours qualifies. I just hope normal service resumes shortly.  

Emily hid in her room all day before work at 4pm. Hannah came home just before that to get Emily and Simon spent all his time when he was home from work in the garden. I had Jackie over at 2pm for a catch-up. Although my fear of needing the toilet meant my water intake has been low again. I need to stop doing that and look after my liver and kidneys.  

It was good having Jackie over; I haven’t seen her since just before the treatment started. She’s changed her hair style (added a fringe) and it really suits the shape of her face. I should’ve told her that I thought she looked gorgeous, but we were talking so much, I didn’t get the chance to. 

Dinner was from the fish shop as no-one has been shopping yet. I think it’s my job to organise that. I’m not sure if the ill ones in the house have realised that we’re running out of evening meals. 

Hannah had told me that she was going to sleep in the snuggle room tonight so that I could have her bed again. Grumpy, ill Hannah after dinner then grumbled about not having her bed back, so poor Simon has now moved to the snuggle room so that I can have our bedroom. I feel awful about asking Simon to sleep elsewhere, but I can’t risk getting anything and having to go to hospital. It could mean that my treatment is delayed, and I just want to get this all over and done with as quickly as possible. I’m also walking around the house with a mask on and constantly washing my hands. Maybe my family should be doing more to protect themselves to help protect me? 

On a lovely note, Steve sent me some flowers.