|"I'm Waiting for YOU, Laura! Muahahaha"|
My Mother pointed out that this was probably the least of my worries but I don't like shots and I've chosen to focus on this aspect of my torture for now.
The injection will be something called "Neulasta." This will insure that my white blood cells don't drop too low (they are killed off by the chemo). Since I still have an open wound from the surgery, the shot will help guard, hopefully, against me getting an infection. Also, since my white blood cells won't dip as low, I'll have a better chance of not getting sick - getting sick during chemo would be bad, very bad.
Still, no one could invent this in pill form yet?! Geez!
|Stuffed animal representation of spleen|
I asked why this shot couldn't be put through the port! I mean, HELLO, I'm having surgery just to have this stupid thing put in so that I won't have to get stuck with needles and NOW I'm given this information?! I think these people just look for things to put in needles to stick people with! Anyway, the shot has to be done in a "fatty" area so they do it in your arm. I don't think he was calling my arms fat. I tried to not look insulted.
They changed the time that I have to show up for the surgery tomorrow to noon (from 1 p.m.). One more IV to go and then I'll have the port. And then no more needles for me! WOOT!!
Oh wait, I forgot about that damn shot again!
I'm going to run away from home.