(Well, it's Thursday, I know, but I didn't get this posted last night but I wrote the bulk of it then.)
We were at the hospital bright and early. Too bright and early as it turned out. I had the appointment down for 7:15 a.m., they had it down as 8:30. The evidence, they say, points convincingly that this was completely my error, not theirs. A key point to their flimsy and spurious argument is that the nurses don't even start work until 8:00 and that they never book appointments before 8. I remain unconvinced and continue to research my defense and search for the real killer.
Alex was not impressed.
So we waited around for a while and things got underway around 8, vitals, weight, height, blood work.
Then we waited some more and it was not until about 10:15 when Alex got his lumbar punture followed by a shot of vincristine. Yum.
Then we waited for the Respiratory Technician to answer his page. Once a month Alex gets a drug called Pentamidine. This is used as a prophylactic in chemotherapy patients to prevent them from getting a particularly nasty type of pneumonia called pneumocyctis pneumonia or PCP. You don't want to get that. The drug is inhaled. They hook up a ventilator type thing, I don't know much about bongs but same principal I guess, and you breathe the stuff in through a tube, takes fifteen or twenty minutes, depending on how fast you breathe I guess and on how often you stop. It apparently has a nasty taste. Alex had been looking forward to this for days. Not!
Turns out the RT's pager was broken and he didn't realize it. Just thought he was having a quiet day. Anyway he got there eventually, nice guy, they are all so good at BCCH, and Alex inhaled his way through the stuff. Done for another month.
I think we were home by 1:30 or so. Another day at the office.
Alex ate a bit and drank a bit and was happy to be home.
