TWO TO GO!
I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, folks. Finally. But I've figured out that it's attached to a train that's speeding my way to run my ass over. This has been the worst one yet.
To begin with, I wasn't even on the schedule for an infusion on Tuesday, which nearly turned into a disaster. The doctor I see and the oncology clinic each have to schedule me to come in, and the clinic hadn't done their part last time. I was not a happy camper. You can tell from the pic. That is my patented "not a happy camper" face.
I had to wait for them to squeeze me in. Then, it took three nurses to find a vein to use. Two of them kept insisting they had one and would not stop digging and poking with that damn needle. Don't they know that shit hurts?
After the infusion, I went to work and very nearly passed out in front of my class. I tried to send everyone on break for a few minutes, so that I could recover and we could go on, but got over-ruled by my students and the attendance clerk.
I barely made it inside the gate to my house before I had to sit down and puke my guts out. I know that made an impression on the neighbors. I stayed home yesterday, but am going to try to go to work today.
Dr Kosh has placed me on internet restrictions, so other than catching up on Days of Our Lives, I'll be taking a little online break. See you all sometime next week!