The sound was like a siren approaching in the distance and getting closer by the second. It was only when it became piercing I realised it was issuing from my own mouth. I was hanging upside down from the ceiling and my fingernails were losing their grip. In truth I think I was losing my grip on reality.
Since I last wrote, at which time I mentioned not being too fond of the cold, my hands have taken to growing their own pair of gloves. There has grown a skin as thick and as strong as rhinoceros hide which has made bending the fingers very difficult indeed. I’m told this is another possible side effect to the vaccine which I hadn’t heard mentioned before. I can’t raise blood from the fingertips for testing my blood sugar so I’m having to be more adventurous. Yesterday the skin started to split just as it used to when my hands got very cold but each hand now appears to have 5 snakes in the process of shedding their skin.
This morning the nurse came and she was one of those sweet ones who hate to cause pain. I sat in my chair as usual anxious to see the results of Day 1 of the new super cream one of the senior nurses got the doctor to dispense. Rebecca cut away the stockinette, unwound the bandage, unwound the wool padding and unrolled the next stockinette. That hurt but we were down to the pads. She started to peel the first one away and I could see a big chunk of me coming away, it wasn’t cream they’d used but superglue. The agony grew and grew as she washed each section as she drew the pads away. I would have welcomed death with a handshake then. It was as we reached the heel and the various ulcers that I must have screamed, and judging by Mike’s chuckle it wasn’t just in my head,
“He’s always been a big baby” Mike told Rebecca as he helped me down from the ceiling lest I fall on him as I’d planned. As gently as she could Rebecca washed my leg down and applied new cream before forming a bootee from a large pad and starting the redressing process. Every slight touch was agony and my leg was on fire. There had been a fair amount of blood spilled, unfortunately all mine, which was cleaned up Pity I couldn’t save it for blood sugar tests. I took the bag of waste from her, exchanged it for some Easter chocolates for all the nurses and waved her goodbye. Most of the morning was over so Mike went out to get us some lunch while I lay in my chair, leg up, exhausted from the fray.
It’s now nearly 2.30 am on Sunday and I know someone will be coming to repeat this today.
For your own sake, if you know what vaccine you’ll be having. See if you can find out in advance what the possible allergic reactions are and be prepared. Check if you have underlying conditions that may be brought on by the vaccine. All of them will have some side effects. Remember though that a vaccine can save your life and some discomfort is surely worth that.
Happy Easter and Super Huge Hugs to you all.