It was a weird day yesterday. I got to the doctor’s office for my 9 a.m. appointment expecting to get some chemo in that Omaya reservoir in my head. That’s only a 20-minute deal. I guess I had my days mixed up because he says, “No, no, no your are getting that and the Rituxin. Did you bring the Demerol?”
I hadn’t. I had to drive back to the house get the Demerol and then go back to the Cancer Center. This was about 10:30 or so. At the house I made a couple sandwiches because the Rituxin can take hours to administer.
While I was gone it seemed like there had been mass influx of patients. They were everywhere. Nurses running around with clear I.V. bags and miles of clear plastic IV line trailing behind in their wake like big game fishing line.
By the time they got back to me it was 11’ish. The doctor said this would be a quicker infusion, but wanted to make sure I had a ride home because he didn’t want me driving pumped up full of drugs. I called a friend of mine and she agreed to get me at about 1500.
I of course violated one of Bill’s Axiom #4 of Leaderhsip—No Plan survives its first contact with reality. The Rituxin infusion would eventually last even longer than usual, I didn’t get done until about 4:30. Jeepers!
Oh well. I was comfortable and the people were nice. Kind of my own fault for not paying closer attention
That’s it for now!!
Love to all
Bill
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