apple sauce!? *gag* no way i could keep that shit down.
fucking snafu! my ekg showed a prior heart attack with poor r-wave progression. total bullshit. the effin tech didn't place the leads in the proper place. dumb asshole. this meant that my oncologist needed to talk directly to the dr. interpreting the test (who obviously just let the machine give him the results without looking closer). the dr. interpreting the results then looked at my other heart tests, and said (surprise!) there was no reason not to proceed with chemo. this delay, as well as a fun game of phone tag, kept my oncologist from enrolling me in the trial on time (if i had actually had a prior heart attack, the study would have to reject me based on the damage the drugs can do to my heart) so now it's entirely possible that the study drug from the trial will not arrive in time for my treatment on friday morning. after talking to my oncologist on the phone, i told her to call me on thursday if the drug came in, otherwise call me on friday when it gets there. it may only push back my treatment for a few hours, or i may get to go as scheduled, but still. grrr and double grrr. clusterfuckingfuck. i swear, just give me an iv stand and a damn stethoscope and i'll do the shit myself.
on a lighter note
- i get to give myself a shot of white-blood cell boosting wonderdrugs the day after my first four rounds. my doc thinks i'm nuts but i told her there was no way i was going to find a sitter for the kids just so i could drive all the way back to the hospital for a shot in my leg that would take all of three seconds. if i can't do it, i know hubby can, and if that doesn't work, my insurance does cover home care if i need it. i say it's just good practice for when i become a junkie
my insurance is actually mailing the shit to my house. if i'm not here to sign for it, my insurance co absolves itself of all responsibility and i must pay for replacement drugs if needed ... at a cost of 12,900$ (that's 3,225$ a shot people!) guess where i'll be on thursday?