Flew home last night. Chemo today. I pushed my Tuesday treatment to today, Thursday. I'll get back on my Tuesday routine in two weeks. I'm a creature of habit and routine with my myeloma, so doing chemo on Tuesdays at 2:30 is key.
Everyone at Dr Phan's office got me a card and made carrot cake cupcakes. Super thoughtful. Tomorrow is my 54th birthday. This follows my recent 54th month anniversary since my diagnosis. Lotto time!!!!!
There was a parking lot snafu at the Los Alamitos Medical Center. Took me nearly 40 minutes to get out of the lot. And what the heck is this having to pay for parking at a hospital? Seems wrong to me. That 40 minute wait was long enough for my dex to kick in allowing roid rage to rear it's head. I managed to talk to the parking manager and let fly about a dozen fucks. I surprised myself. He was speechless and probably a bit frightened. But, hey, it's fricking ridiculous that people who are probably feeling less than well have to sit for 40 minutes and then pay for that. And you can guarantee that when I retell this story in a couple of days, the wait will have gone from 40 minutes to over an hour, and I will have been on the verge of throwing up in my car. Embellishment is a privilege of post chemo.
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