Ok they've finally decided what they're gonna do with me. After a few days of stalling and doing the whole dracula routine of sucking more blood from my thin veins, and shoving me in bone density scans, the head of department gave the nudge to give me a second dose of IVIG ( Intravenous Immunoglobulin ). The Ozzie plasma that works wonders for my CK Levels. They've also decided that instead of giving me the chemo drug Methotrexate orally, they'll start giving it to me by a weekly injection in my belly instead. Maybe I'm not absorbing it well enough in my tummy. Yeah, there's too much other good stuff going in, like durian cake and Ben & Jerry's Cherry Garcia. Mmmmm.
Tried to help the medical officer select the best place to stick my cannula in for the drip. Gave him a hint that the veins on the top of my left hand and wrist may look lovely and juicy, but as soon as a needle goes in them, they collapse. Told him not to waste his time there. Go straight for the antecubital fossa ( inside of elbow ). Anyway, the stubborn young doc should really learn to listen to his patients, especially when the patient has some idea what she's talking about when it comes to her veins. He fancied a challenge. I now have 3 puncture wounds to show for it. I let him stick it in where he thought was good, and enjoyed the look of defeat on his face, not once, but twice. Do needles scare me? Never bothered me before but I've lost count of the number of times I've been stuck with one. Funny enough I do dread it now, but I put up with it anyways.
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