So Monday [See “Radiation Treatment Journal – Day 16 – Monday November 19, 2012.”] I talked to my doctor about bruises I don’t remember getting. While it is unlikely that I would get Thrombocytopenia from radiation therapy alone (without also having or having had, chemotherapy), it is not out of the realm of possibility, plus I’m on two other drugs that contribute to this condition.
So, in order to humor me (which is generally Not okay with me – I do not like to be “managed” as anyone who knows me offline will tell you – but in this case is okay, because a test that tells me there’s nothing wrong will set my mind at ease and allow me to let go of it), she ordered some blood tests.
Of course, Thanksgiving is tomorrow, so I wanted to get this done and get results before the world all crawls into the Thanksgiving hole this year.
Therefore, I tried to shoehorn getting blood drawn into my day Monday (See “Schedule: Week of November 19-23, 2012” to be published later this week).
[Hm, do I put Thursday and Friday of this week in the week’s schedule or the weekend’s schedule? Dunno yet.]
In order to try to be less of a bull in a china shop, while at work I called the lab in the building across the compound (for lack of a better word right now) from the Disney Family Cancer Center to make an appointment. No, they don’t take appointments. And of course, the time just after work is busy because everybody Else who works and needs labs done wants to come when I do – between leaving work at 5:30pm and having my acupuncture at 6:00pm (or in their case whatever else they have planned for after work).
I will admit at this juncture, that my tolerance for other people’s scheduling issues is realistically, well, nil. If you’ve been reading my schedule posts, that might make more sense to you, because when I say I don’t have time for this shit, I Literally Do Not Have Time for this shit. In fact, I think I’ll make a new Rule for this – Rule #3: I Do Not Have Time For This Shit. You may still think my looking at things that way is not fair or not okay. And I’m not saying it is right or fair of me to think that way. I am, however, accepting of the fact that at this point in my life, it is my reality.
So, no appointment made (because they don’t do such a thing there), I walk into the lab lobby to find it completely empty! Seriously, this holiday light stuff is finally working for me! I signed in and headed down the hall to the actual lab as directed by a receptionist in that office’s lobby.
And I walk in, admittedly, like a bull in a china shop – because I needed my vein tapped, taped and me across the way in 10 minutes to make my acupuncture appointment on time.
Okay, so I was there 12 minutes instead of 10. In that time Nick (dude, you rock!) managed to take my bad attitude and turn it around so that I was smiling and thanking (them both) on the way out. For you being able to do that alone, thank you. Yes, you talk the talk “[his] job is to help patients, not to be an additional burden to them,” and you walk that walk, seriously. 🙂
And then there’s Prudencia. I’m here to tell you, if you ever need to get blood drawn for labs anywhere close enough to Burbank that it makes sense to go to 201 S. Buena Vista, Suite 125, Burbank, CA – make the trip and ask for Prudencia. This woman took hold of the butterfly dealie they use, I felt one tiny stick, looked down to see no blood in the micro tube connecting the needle to the catch-tube-container (yeah, not very medically precise, but you know what I’m getting at, and if not, check out the pic at the top of this post), and watched her connect a tube at the collecting end and it sucked my blood right down there with no further pain at all! Two tubes later, she removes the needle, covers the microhole she made with a gauze pad, attaches the red self-adherent gauze I provided to her (See “I’ll Take Red Please“), and I was on my way to acupuncture. Since then I’ve had no pain there at all, and the next morning I had a tiny little red mark beside what may be a tiny little bruise – about the size of a pea or so. Today, no bruise at all.
I mean on the one hand, with what-all this cancer shit is putting me through, so what if one needle stick turns out to be an (Capital-E) Event? That would pale beside some of the other things I’m getting to experience (yup, that was my tongue in my cheek, you aren’t wrong).
On the other hand, with what-all this cancer shit is putting me through, does a simple blood draw need to be an (Capital-E) Event? Because really, with all that other stuff do I need something More to be bigger than it has to be?
Thanks to two great people, last night mine Wasn’t. 🙂
I thanked you guys Monday night before I left, but if you ever land on this page, thanks again for helping me shoehorn that into my schedule and even though I came in the door snarling, for sending me back out of it smiling.
And yes, I now believe this cancer journey is maybe making me just the tiniest bit crazy – I just wrote almost a thousand words about getting my blood drawn <facepalm>.
Well, if you’re still here, Happy Thanksgiving to all – please be present with thankfulness about something in your life (even if what your thankful for doesn’t make any sense to anybody else), and tongues explicitly permitted in cheeks during this exercise.