Exhaustion

A dramatic subject matter but one that I'm feeling at the moment. As noted below I've just come off a job working ~14 hour days, with the previous 2 weekends worked. Last night I left at 7.30am and got back in just after 11.30pm. Only to get up this morning at 7am. For the first half of the day I felt so groggy that when I re-read some of the emails I sent some were incomprehensible - though oddly I did get the responses I was looking for.

But it's finished! Well, actually it isn't. We submitted our group reporting on Monday, however the rest of the week will be spent answering group questions, then next week we're into the stats phase and - providing we win the tender to be the future auditors - then onto Q1 reporting in January! Eugh

So I'm sitting here in my pants trying to cool down after a hot bath. I'm trying to kill some time so I can go to bed at a reasonable time, otherwise I'll wake up at some god forsaken time.

Next week I'm having my first intravenous infusion. Sounds exciting doesn't it. I'm going to be going onto Infliximab, which I have been putting off for a long time. Infliximab is a hardcore drug (administered by a Chemotherapy nurse), although having said that I've been on Methotrexate for over 18 months now and that's pretty hardcore too. I'm Mr Hardcore.

I've been putting off the infliximab because it's my last option. After this there isn't another treatment currently on offer (though my specialist tells me there are some in the pipe line). The other reason for putting it off is that I'll have to go to hospital every two months to have it administered. Which is a bit of a pain in the arse. For the early ones I'm covered by my work's health insurance policy, although my specialist warned me that as this treatment is expensive (~£1,500 per treatment just for the drug alone) the insurers may start to get twitchy. I noted this "twitch" today when I phoned up to confirm the date of the first treatment (next Wed), after putting me on hold for about 5 mins the woman was all like "Rrrrigghht, how many treatments are you having?" I lied and told them 3ish, but didn't know what's happening after these three - whereas I know it will be indefinitely.

I wonder how many they will cover ;p After my cover runs out I have to go NHS, which won't be a problem but I will have to go to a different hospital and the other one is a pain in the ass (pardon the Crohn's pun) to get to! But no point worrying about the future. I'm going to try to work as the infusion is going on, I'm bringing my laptop so maybe I'll update this blogette as I'm having it done.

But enough about my health issues, my livejournal blog was filled with tails of woe about my health and stuff. I'm determined that this isn't turning into a morbid read (not that anyone is reading).

I find it quite cathartic spilling my ramblings onto a blank sheet. It's a good outlet for my inane thoughts without having to bore friends...I was going to say "and colleagues" however for PwC they tend to be one and the same. An usual thing really.