March 27, 2009

• Tiring day

  We got to the oncologist's office at 7:30 for my 8:10 appointment.  My primary care doctor had asked me if would stop by her office so she could see me, and I asked if John could come and meet her.  She said she would like that.  Once we finished the the oncologist, I went to the floor my doctor is on and asked to see her.  She hadn't told anyone else about this, so they were all hesitant.  I finally decided to go on to chemo and left a message that I had stopped by. 

  We went to the wrong place first -- a new fancy cancer treatment center.  The receptionist was rude, and the nurse's assistant was clueless.  When we walked in, the receptionist told us to go sit down, someone would be with us soon.  I tried to ask if we were in the right place, and she just told me again to go sit down.  After a few minutes, the nurse's assistant came out and asked for my name.  She tried a couple of times to pronounce it, and then was thoroughly puzzled by my oncologist's name.  "I don't think we have that doctor here."  When I tried to explain -- without success, she walked over to the rude receptionist who said, "You're in the wrong place.  Go to the main hospital entrance and they'll tell you where to go."  John was highly perturbed by this treatment and said he was thankful that I wasn't being treated there.

  I got an hour of patient education about the meds I was going to receive, and then the IV was started, and it was underway.  We left at 4:30 pm, and I felt wiped out.  I was lightheaded and feeling fuzzy.  Kind of like how I feel when I have a fever or have a cold.  So far, I don't think I have a fever.  I'm just really, really tired.

  • 11:37 pm
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