Camp Bestival Hospital and re arrangements!

Drove off to Dorset to work at Camp Bestival on Thursday, wasn't a bad drive but on arrival i had to have a little kip on the grass in the sun. Zak and i headed off after my little siesta to get stores, noticing a sign to Lulworth Cove we did a detour and found ourselves amongst a mele of people with blow up boats and nets all prepared for their day out. It was hot so we treated ourselves to ice cream beautiful creamy gorgeous ice cream made on a farm Zak had a scoop of clotted cream and one of honey comb i had clotted cream and black currents and coconut.....lovely.

We then sauntered down to the cove, the smell of salty air was something i hadn't smelt in some years, not just the sandy beach smell but one that promised rock pools and seaweed in abundance. The cove is remarkably spherical with a small harbour entrance, lots of limestone and pebbles and kids clambering on the rocks with nets, a pastime as a kid i couldn't get enough off and peered in again as if a child looking to see if i would see a stickleback dart under a rock or the hint of a crab claw....no such luck too many had been there before. We found a reasonably comfortable rock and sat together looking out at the view and the various people passing around us, in the sun enjoying the ambiance.

We then set off for the supermarket only then to be drawn towards durdle dur, we followed the signs and found ourselves parked on a cliff top a little way in the distance was the formation of durdle dur but was a bit of a trek too far considering we really had other things to concentrate on...i was loving the time Zak and i weren't arguing he was enjoying the scenery as much as me and every time we passed through a quaint little village with thatched cottages the city boy would say oh mum we should come and live here!
We walked along the cliff a little way and then returned to the car and after driving for ages ended up in Poole where we bought the goods required. It had been a great day and ended with Zak and i sitting on sofa's in the middle of a field in Camp Bestival underneath the stars chatting.

That night in the tent was freezing! i didn't sleep until 6.30 when the sun appeared to warm my bones i finally appeared on the stall at 10.30. We worked pretty hard i think Zak was warned to stay away from the front of the cake stall but couldn't resist instead of wandering off to have fun he much preferred getting involved with serving customers. He added up ok and cut good slices for the customers, he told them what each cake was and was very polite. In fact as Lorna and Chunk whose business it is commented that he had been more help than the girls who had come along to help in the end. He worked like a trojan apart from when he met two girls whose mothers worked on the churro's stall....free churro's!!! he would on occasion hang out with them or they would come and stand byt he stall whilst he served chatting.....and giggling, he would later develop a fan club of another couple of girls who thought he was 'cool'
That night he hung out with the girls and i went to see Hot Chip it was 3 am before i returned and i could see him fast asleep in his tent. Again another cold night and less sleep my legs ached and me feet hurt but the stall was busy so time went quickly. I had another snooze by a tall fence keeping us away from the general public.....i was so tired i didn't notice it fall over me without hitting me and Chunk moving it back into position again!

One of the things Zak loved was that we got to camp in the main area behind the stall, i also managed to leave the car there too....no lugging ruck sacks and tents over miles of fields to get to our camping position, he thinks i should bake my cakes and have my own stall at Glastonbury so that we can camp near everything again!
That night we went and met up with friends of Lorna and Chunks who have a paella stall really nice crowd...we went on to dance in the speigal tent which was packed the night before there were far less people when we danced to discs made of shellac!
Zak loved the late night out with us and again was just such great company no moaning or complaining we headed back before the others as i needed to try and sleep.

The last day although Lorna encouraged me to go and see a band i really didn't have the where with all mainly because my legs ached so much i had cramp in the tent and then on the stall my thumb suddenly went into spasm, really weird.
We completed the day saw the paella people whilst Zak hung out with his girl friends again then i headed back having packed up in the morning i was ready to get home to a comfortable bed. I found Zak in the stall and we got into the car around midnight and headed home. I took a couple of stops to sleep and soon was sooo pleased to be back at home. I went straight to bed and asleep.
I woke up around 9 feeling really rough i was hot but felt cold and realised that i must have a  temperature. It is drilled into you when on chemo that you must! notify the hospital if you have a temperature so i called suite 8 Jean the chemo nurse answered and said i should come in. I had! to have a bath first and then fell asleep again she called to tell me to come so a friend came and helped me there.
Turned out i had a temperature of 38.4 so Jean gave me a bolus of antibiotics as they thought my picc line which had been infected and taken out the previous Wednesday was the cause. The dose immediately made me gag and i started to retch....... about half hour later i did actually throw up nicely in a bowl but the poor people hearing me gag in the suite. They decided to admit me and a porter wheeled me to Laurel ward.
I spent two days there with regular intravenous antibiotics and regular bloods. Later the first day they appeared with a couple of soluble tablets, i had a low potassium and needed to take the foul tasting tablets in water.
I also had low calcium my bowels were really loose and probably contributed to the mineral reduction. When i was finally released after a deal to return that night for another dose of antibiotics......i didn't ....i felt better than i had in ages suddenly i wasn't walking like an old woman and my legs had stopped aching!!
Who knew! ? i don't think i had an infection neither did one of the doctors, i think i was just run down but i would have carried on with the aching legs and lethargy that i have had for a few months. I feel sooo so much better and more inclined to cook and get things sorted and take the poor dogs for more walks than i had been doing.
The days in hospital co incided with a trip planned to Manchester for an Olympic match between Morocco and Spain my friend Tony drove the boys up for me and came back i had to arrange last minute train travel to get them back which cost a fortune, but they had a nice little adventure together up north!