Machines and Hickman Line
What delicacies did I have coming up, I wondered? Sure, I could deal with being hooked up to machines and being fed drugs directly through the Hickman Line in my chest but even that had its drawbacks. For one thing, it created a weird taste in my mouth, as if I was swallowing the drugs myself. It also meant that some days I was limited to staying in bed or moving the trolley to wherever a power source might be (not the school room… never the school room).
Boredom soon set in and that wasn’t due to there being not enough to do. On the contrary, there were more than enough places I could go within the children’s ward to pass the time. The problem was when, as previous pictures have shown, you have lost a lot of weight and feel a bit sorry for yourself you don’t really have the energy to do anything.
Looking back, I should have spent more time out of bed and not wasted it staring at the digital display telling me how long the drugs would take to finish. I think it did centre around me being a bit embarrassed over my appearance and, even though there was many children looking the same as me, my bed became a safe haven.
Image: This was my old saddle bag for the Hickman Line tubes