Chemo Thursday...#18 if you're counting. Which I'm not, really, but people keep telling me.
It started out great. I had Eric drop me off a little early so I could stop by and see some friends. We chatted for a little bit and that was really nice. Labs went smoothly. I got in to see the doc right away, and no problems there.
Then I went to sign in for chemo. After I sat down and started getting settled for what I expected to be a normal wait, the registration lady called me back. She informed me that I didn't have a chemo appt, that whoever does appts scheduled me for two lab appts. The registration lady seemed put out at this snag. I don't really think it was my fault, although I do get a packet of papers in the mail that detail my appointments. After looking at that just now, whoops, I was scheduled for two labs. In the grand scheme of things, is this really a big deal?
"Well, you're going to have a long wait today," registration lady said.
"That's okay, I don't have any other plans," I shrugged.
So I had enough time to start and frog a knitting project twice, write some letters, drink some iced tea, and read. I wouldn't want to wait that long every time, but eh.
I'll check my vast amounts of paperwork better in the future too. *eyeroll*
Chemo itself was uneventful. Eric showed up around 4 pm to hang out with me. I was done around 5pm.
Today I feel tired even though I just got out of bed. I don't like to wish time away because who knows what blessings I'll miss, but I wish Saturday disconnect time would come quickly.
I missed chatting with my therapist, but that's a whole 'nother post, I suppose.