InsaneJournal

Current mood:

annoyed

SON OF A BI-
Yesterday, got told to go to the SCCA for fluids. Got there at 1:15, left at almost 8. That was two liters of liquid that I needed, plus saw the doctor, PLUS saw a dietitian.

Today? Radiation. Saw my doctor. Who said I need fluids EVERY DAY until my next chemo, which is next Tuesday.

Every day.

They had to stick me FIVE TIMES to find a vein for an IV last night. FIVE. FIVE TIMES. So the nurses at Valley want to do a central line or a PIC line. As it is, they stuck me twice and the IV I have at the moment, I have to keep until tomorrow. Just... hangin' out my arm.

I have no veins because I've lost eighty pounds and because of chemo and because I'm bruised all to fuck because of the constant STABBING.

I have five more radiations to do, one more chemo and THAT is going to make me sick as all hell and I JUST. WANT. TO. GET. OFF. THE. MERRY. GO. ROUND.

I got oxycodone last night, the BIG bottle and my radiation oncologist was all, "UM, I told them fentanyl... *scribble scribble*" So I got THOSE patches, too.

Guys? MY MOM had those. Those and some suckers. HOSHIT. If I put those on, it'll be like, "'Kay, Mo, see you next month."

Maybe this isn't a bad thing.


... could I have bitched or felt MORE sorry for myself? Don't answer that. *MEANFACE*

EDITED TO ADD: I post and this comes up: Tweak says, "Get Over It!" My humor is better. Aww, Tweak. ♥ LOL