Like in heaps of battles throughout the many wars, we’ve had a bit of a counter attack and push back on the battle front.
Chernobyl Day on Wednesday went mostly without incident but my first wife did time the arrival of her fever to coincide with chemo to perfection. Some meds and shit sorted that and some new blood cultures were taken.
A day later she was struggling a bit though and felt a little bit shit, partly because she needed one or two or three of ’em. When you have small bowel syndrome ’cause half ya bowel has been cut out, good frequent shits are kinda the way to go. They’re even more important than for you and I, unless of course it’s me as I know that you know I got me a few worthy shit stories.
We had a cunt of a night’s sleep on Thursday night with the first wife struggling with spews and pain. I really don’t like that part of the game but I’m sure li’l Miss Kastelanka hates it more than me so no more whinging about that aye.
I phoned the Mater Cancer Care Centre to give ’em a heads up for fluids etc and heard that at least one of our key medical staff we interacted with at Chernobyl has now tested positive for COVID.
Also that Marjana’s blood cultures came back all fucked up because she now has an infection, possibly from that stent procedure, or quite possibly a result of cunty cancer because it really is an absolute loathsome cunt of a thing.
On a random side note, when you read the word bit, reckon it’s good to remember the ol’ Mangamuka saying, ‘Even a horse can’t eat a little bit’ because even a little bit can either way can be a game changer.
As my ol’ lady (Mum, not wife) always says before and during long stories, to cut a long story short, our little cancer riddled star has returned to her bach, holiday home and vikendica, Mater Private Hospital.
Having had the best ever beauty therapist in the whole wide world for a Mrs, I know a little bit about various forms of hair removal, so when she asks me to shave her legs for hospital, I can’t even plead potential outs like you normal fullas. Not that I’d want to anyway because it’s the small things in life aye.
She still hadn’t had a crap but for anyone feeling constipated, I’m gunna give a little free advice that may save your life if you’re about to explode from not shitting. All you need to do is be a passenger in a car driving along Brisbane City roads. Our Croatian goat tracks in the mountains are heaps smoother as are our Redland City roads. By the time we arrived my passenger was feeling even worse because she was now in the I need a fucking shit real real bad stage. Nothing for a couple days, throw in a bacterial infection and that little cunty thing called cancer, then bam! Exactly the same situation when coming home from hospital via the same goat track roads with a bowel movement to make any shit maker proud.
Some really nice sheila in a funky hazmat suit came down and took my little first squirrel wife off my hands. She transferred her from our car to a wheelchair without any shit escaping at all, that I’m aware of.
Marjana was taken to some negative pressure room to isolate, which I think is set up to quash infections and diseases. The issue though, is that it’s isolated from everyone including us. Kinda like a game show but without the same prize.
Here’s a positive though, the ol’ girl came back with negative result to The Vid. Unfortunately, it’s probably just a matter of time for us all though as we know heaps who are now infected, as probably most of y’all do. Cue zombies from the park.
But we’re at least hoping that bacterial counter attack is like this year’s All Black’s in the end of year northern hemisphere tour, pretty much non existent. Sorry boys, but fuck man I’m trying to deal with a cunt of a cancer issue and I can’t say those performances helped our cause. Lessons learnt hopefully. On that counter attack subject, sadly I’m starting to appreciate how Wallaby supporters must feel after most tests against the All Blacks.
In the previous blog I mentioned I’d touch on a use by date conversation we had with our palliative care doctor. We were told we’re looking at a matter of weeks, possibly a month or even a couple.
For those that know our boys, don’t be strangers to them too please.
Had a couple conversations with my first wife today and she’s in pretty good spirits considering, so until next time, I bring you your quote of the day:
Me: But I’m glad you got to have a nice shit release.
Marjana: Lol, yeah that is so good.
Me: See that’s the difference between you and me aye. I’d have just shat in the corner haha.
Marjana: Yep, not funny.
But it is.
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