It's take your kids to the cancer center day!
I'm back, and at 2 hours that was easily the fastest I've EVER gotten through a cancer center visit.
The good - between the options of 'it's back' and 'maybe, I don't know' I got the much better maybe.
-it was damn fast WOOT!
-I have a fucking awesome scar. This isn't new or anything. I just like to point it out.
The bad - I am still not okay for work :(
-this is the greatest my range of motion is going to be, pretty much for the rest of my life.
-Sadly, the only metal in me is nonmagnetic-so MRIs are a possibility :(
-a trip to the cancer center ALWAYS triggers my urge to shop. I normally channel this into a trip to the farmers market, or grocery store, but still. This is a time for scrimping, not spending. Damn you shopping therapy. I don't get this need to shop at any other time, so it's a little weird too.
The ugly - the look on the nurses face when I crushed held her hand while getting my blood drawn. I hear she's retiring soon and won't need her hand for much. Also my needle phobia appears to be getting worse.
-they closed down Timmies! those bastards! Cancer patients need their tea damn it! They closed the one in the cancer center itself ages ago, but now the one in the adjacent hospital is gone and the free tea cart was no where to be seen. I had to PAY FOR MY TEA! from the CAFETERIA!(ew) The main reason I got this tumour was because I knew I had free tea waiting for me, and failing that Timmies (secondary reasons include bragging rights, time off work, carrying on the family tradition getting tumours and free hospital food)
-the running around. Because of the construction I was sent from place to place, where each person thought I was supposed to be. No one knew where there was a functioning X-ray machine. It would have been funnier if I'd had a tea by this point.
-the functioning lesbianism. At this point the female nurses, doctor, oncologists, X-ray technicians and so forth far out rank the boyfriends who have succeeded in getting me to various degrees of naked. Both in number of women, and times naked.
-the children. Oh sweet zombie Jesus, the children. Look, I get that a lot of people want to be supportive, and helpful for their friends and family during a hard time. I understand. I was there for my mom when she went through this. That being said I feel I should share this little bit of wisdom common bloody sense: DONT BRING YOUR FUCKING KIDS TO THE CANCER CENTER! Babies, toddlers, and the very young don't need to see that, and we certainly dont want your screaming brats to snot, crap, cough on and touch everything. We're tired, and in pain and cranky. We have compromised immune systems. We do not, under any circumstances want to coo over your children. We are far too busy trying not to throw up or catch a simple cold that lands us in the hospital. Dont do it. Ever. This is to all three of you who thought it was a good idea.
In conclusion, bring your kid to the cancer center again and I'll cough on it till it catches plague.
The good - between the options of 'it's back' and 'maybe, I don't know' I got the much better maybe.
-it was damn fast WOOT!
-I have a fucking awesome scar. This isn't new or anything. I just like to point it out.
The bad - I am still not okay for work :(
-this is the greatest my range of motion is going to be, pretty much for the rest of my life.
-Sadly, the only metal in me is nonmagnetic-so MRIs are a possibility :(
-a trip to the cancer center ALWAYS triggers my urge to shop. I normally channel this into a trip to the farmers market, or grocery store, but still. This is a time for scrimping, not spending. Damn you shopping therapy. I don't get this need to shop at any other time, so it's a little weird too.
The ugly - the look on the nurses face when I crushed held her hand while getting my blood drawn. I hear she's retiring soon and won't need her hand for much. Also my needle phobia appears to be getting worse.
-they closed down Timmies! those bastards! Cancer patients need their tea damn it! They closed the one in the cancer center itself ages ago, but now the one in the adjacent hospital is gone and the free tea cart was no where to be seen. I had to PAY FOR MY TEA! from the CAFETERIA!(ew) The main reason I got this tumour was because I knew I had free tea waiting for me, and failing that Timmies (secondary reasons include bragging rights, time off work, carrying on the family tradition getting tumours and free hospital food)
-the running around. Because of the construction I was sent from place to place, where each person thought I was supposed to be. No one knew where there was a functioning X-ray machine. It would have been funnier if I'd had a tea by this point.
-the functioning lesbianism. At this point the female nurses, doctor, oncologists, X-ray technicians and so forth far out rank the boyfriends who have succeeded in getting me to various degrees of naked. Both in number of women, and times naked.
-the children. Oh sweet zombie Jesus, the children. Look, I get that a lot of people want to be supportive, and helpful for their friends and family during a hard time. I understand. I was there for my mom when she went through this. That being said I feel I should share this little bit of wisdom common bloody sense: DONT BRING YOUR FUCKING KIDS TO THE CANCER CENTER! Babies, toddlers, and the very young don't need to see that, and we certainly dont want your screaming brats to snot, crap, cough on and touch everything. We're tired, and in pain and cranky. We have compromised immune systems. We do not, under any circumstances want to coo over your children. We are far too busy trying not to throw up or catch a simple cold that lands us in the hospital. Dont do it. Ever. This is to all three of you who thought it was a good idea.
In conclusion, bring your kid to the cancer center again and I'll cough on it till it catches plague.