Today I had my blood test to check that everything is in order before they pump me full of drugs on Friday.
I had my test in the chemotherapy unit which, as I have said before, is infinitely preferable to having it done in the blood clinic where not only do you have to run the gauntlet of the main hospital and all those germ laden people, but also have to endure the glares of the people who have to take and ticket and wait as you effectively queue jump.
Having the blood test in the chemo unit also saves time, as they do my assessment then rather than on the day of my chemotherapy.
The assessment involves checking my weight which is vaguely depressing but since it's in kilos and I am old school I am only aware if I have gained or lost weight rather than what my actual weight is.
This is also when I get quizzed about any side effects and problems I might be having. This is the time to moan ad nauseam about how terrible everything is, how much I suffer and discuss at length the consistency and frequency of my poo.
I like to think that by and large I am a lovely person to have around. Well apparently I am. The Sister commented that they all like it when I come in. I can only presume that they enjoy my sardonic wit and general good humour whilst enduring the joys of cancer and its treatment. Anyway, being told that I'm nice to have around has put me in a very good mood, which is nice.
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