My first day of Chemo went alright. I met a really nice nurse. I went to the treatment with Dibe. It felt weird the whole time having something coarsing through the largest vein in my body. It kinda felt like: excitement, hunger and heartburn all rolled into one. The minutes dragged on like weeks. We had a good time with the nurse we joked back and forth, Dibe humbly flaunted her medical knowledge to which the nurse asked "aaand how do you know all this?" Although it would have been really interesting if Dibe said, "from WebMD" instead of her actual response wihch was, "I work on an Ambulance."
There isn't much to tell about this day except they spray froze my port area, and jammed a needle in, then took my blood at the beginning. Apparently the Silicone membrane on the port is a lot thicker than I gave them credit for originally.
They pushed my Saliene fluid through too fast so i feel woozy and dizzy. I thought that was how I was supposed to feel, but i thought I would ask anyway. The nurses assured me that I didn't need to feel that way, that they could push it through slower. So my nurse, Nina, wrote that in the notes.
At the end of this seemingly uneventful day a woman suffered an allergic reaction. The Oncology nurses called in people from Intensive Care and a Pulmonary Specialist. There were a bunch of people gathered around her asking questions. The Intensive care nurse looked frazzled -- like she's always in a hurry where ever she goes. Unrelatedly, I told Dibe she should be an ICU nurse. She declined saying that her job is more fun. I asked why? and she told me because when ICU gets their patients they're already stabilized -- stabilizing them is the fun part, she said. I agreed, that sounds more fun. Before we found out the outcome of the lady's condition, it was time for us to go.
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