How did we get here?

The next morning, I went back to the hospital for the scan to look for a blood clot. I was so ill that a porter had to wheel me to the scanning area because I couldn't walk. Post-scan, everything kicked off and I don't remember too much of the week that followed. I believe I collapsed and they rushed me downstairs to A&E where I was treated very early for possible infection and sepsis, then moved into a side room on a ward, where I remained for nine days. 

I remember vomiting a lot and having diarrhoea a lot, but not too much else of that week. The only thing that really sticks in my mind is calling my best friend at 6am one morning because I'd had a dream that I was up a mountain in Wales, woken up and was very confused about whether it was real or not. Apparently I was telling the nurse not to come near me or touch me (I don't remember that) and I phoned my friend to ask whether I was in Wales or in hospital. Needless to say I was on some fairly hefty drugs at that point. The consultants diagnosed me with hepatitis and colitis - side effects from my immunotherapy - and put me on IV steroids amongst other things. I vaguely remember having my first sigmoidoscopy that week too - a fancy word for an up the bum camera procedure. Probably a good job I was out of it. 

The face of someone who's 

had ALL THE DRUGS. And 

lost their hairbrush.