September 21st, 2009
Posted by Smelly Danielly in Medical Experiences, The Life of an Italian Wife

The BBQ ran out of Propane
Candle Light Dinner
Chad goofing around at the Cancer Clinic

So I had appointment ONE of 5 billion today. I of course had nightmares last night about what the whole week would involve, basically because I really didn’t know what to expect, I just knew where I had to be.

This mornings appointment involved a simple shot, right in the ass.

I got there at 9, and got my info. I had to go up to the 6th floor of the Cancer Clinic (which also happens to be the scary chemotherapy floor in the Cancer Clinic) to pick up my prescription for the shot and then bring it back down for the nurse to administer. A little odd I thought since the nurse could have just gotten the shot, explained everything to me and then that would be it, but oh well.

The shot is used to investigate the status of my Thyroid Cancer. Technically, I shouldn’t have any, but there might be a few cells floating around (hence the need for radio-iodine treatment). The side affects of this is that I’m suppose to feel like I have the flu, so my muscles will ache, and I will get a fever, and chills, and the like, though the nurse said people hardly feel the side effects.

So I bring the stuff down from the 6th floor and give it to the nurse (who I swear was my age) to mix up. She then informed me that the shot needs to be administered into a muscle and that the muscle which will be chosen is my butt. Hahaha. I laughed.

I have never had anything poke me in the ass (yes you sick minds, I said poke me in the ass) so I was a little awkward with the whole procedure. I asked Chad to leave the room because I thought it was going to be really awkward, but she basically just moved my pants down a little and shot me around hip level. She informed me I would get shot in the right cheek today and the left cheek tomorrow. She was quite funny about it all.

Then she asked me if I wanted a band aid, sure, why not. Hahahaha, then she said “I get a lot of men who come in here with very hairy bums and they always freak out when I put the band aid on, so now I make sure to ask everyone. Your bums not hairy so you’ll be fine!” HAHAHAHA! Omg I laughed so hard. Greatest nurse ever. Haha Hairy Bums.

So that wasn’t too bad. Makes me feel more prepared for tomorrow, though I am making my Zia Maria come with me because both Mom and Chad are working and can’t take me tomorrow and I need someone to hold my hand through everything, so Zia volunteered to do so. Thank God too, since I have to go to Vancouver General Hospital as well and have no idea where I am going.

Once I got back to work I figured that I would finally put to rest this ‘What the hell am I allowed to bring to the Hospital’ business, since no one has said anything to me about it. I called the Nuclear Medicine wing of VGH to see if they knew what the hell was going on and instead of being helpful they just seemed annoyed with me because the Cancer Clinic was suppose to inform me on everything but failed to do so.

The lady who answered my call seemed to be confused by what I was asking. “I”m coming into VGH as an in patient for 3 days as I am having radio-iodine treatment. I was wondering what I was allowed to bring with me and what I am not allowed to bring with me”. Simple friggin question if you ask me.

My main concern was that since I was going to be in complete isolation, anything that I did bring with me would probably be affected with radioactive stuff, and therefore would probably have to be chucked once I left. But at the same time, since I had the option of having the treatment and staying at home, I wondered just how bad it would actually be. Well, the answer is bad.

Everything that I bring with me on Wednesday has to be disposable. This means I will have to wear a gown for 3 days, have to throw out my toothbrush, toothpaste, shampoo, soap, comb, and anything I touch. I can only bring magazines and newspapers and whatever food or candy I bring either gets left there or thrown out. WOOHOO! That means no communication with the outside world, no iPod, no laptop, no anything fun. I can’t even read a book I want to keep forever, or keep a notebook or anything. I swear if there is no TV in the room I am going to go MENTAL! Damn you body for excreting radio active crap!!!

Le sigh. Oh well, what can you do.

It will be nice when this week is OVA!

5 Responses to ' For The Love of Microwaves '

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  1. Robert said,

    on September 21st, 2009 at 9:10 pm

    Keep your chin up! Just go in and go into a Zen acceptance mode! That’s what I do, just accept that it has to be done, you have to go along with it, and it will be over! You can do this. I’m putting out good thoughts and old fashioned prayers. Be well ……….Bob

  2. jas said,

    on September 22nd, 2009 at 10:46 am

    Holy smokes!! Good luck!

  3. Adelaide said,

    on September 22nd, 2009 at 1:48 pm

    I hope your stay in the hospital will fly by.

  4. Melissa said,

    on September 22nd, 2009 at 3:15 pm

    You should go buy some books at Value Village to read, they are super cheap there. Good luck with everything, hope those 3 days go by quick!

  5. Melissa said,

    on September 22nd, 2009 at 4:43 pm

    Oh my gosh, sounds intense. Good Luck with everything.
    xoxo

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