Once again, my Tuesday post is posted on Thursday. Let’s just pretend.
I just discovered Instagram (once again, I demonstrate my status as a late adapter.) This is the view from my chair today. It was a black and white kind of moment when I took this. Just another ho hum day in the chemo unit. Getting chemo seems like a minor event next to a hurricane. This is just fine by me. I like minor events better than I like crises (of course interesting things can happen during crises, but I will leave that philosophizing for another time).
So yes, going to the chemo unit can become a mundane event – the hours waiting, the monotonous décor, the familiarity of the staff. Kind of like going to the hair salon. Of course, my chemo doesn’t make me puke my guts out and I’m not in a moment of crises about potential outcomes, so I can only speak for my own experience at this moment.
My nurse was heroic. She was literally running today to keep up with the demand, yet still took the time to be friendly and to do all that was necessary to look after me (above and beyond the call). Yes, she is my hero. Not to mention that she speaks with the most charming Irish accent.
Her only fault is that she is the “let’s just rip this band aid off in one quick sweep” kind of nurse. This is better than the “let’s pull it off excruciatingly slowly” kind of nurse. I like the nurses who swab the bandage with alcohol and it just slips right off. The removal of the bandage at the end of the treatment (taking a fair amount of arm hair with it) is often more painful than the needle.
On this day, I kept pushing the boundaries during my treatment:
“Can you give me my iron treatment over 2 hours instead of 3? I do it all the time.”
“Can’t I just get my Velcade shot while I am having my iron treatment instead of waiting until after? It will save me so much time.”
“Can you do my bloodwork while I’m here? Then I don’t need to go to the blood lab.”
Yes I’m the wild one. Pushing that envelope at every turn. On the one hand I felt a little badly for continually asking the nurse to change things when she was so busy. I guess I could have been more compliant. At the same time, being compliant would have added at least another hour to my stay at the hospital. I was very polite about the whole thing. What would Miss Manners say?
Hope you are all safe and dry.