I went today to get my portacath surgically implanted. I arrived at the hospital at ten this morning and I was wheeled into surgery about 1:00pm. Let me just say I hate hospitals with a burning bloody passion. I don't care how supportive the staff is, I hate being there. Don't get me wrong, I love that these folks go out of their way to be kind but it doesn't make me feel like ooooh I love being in this joint!
I guess no one really would choose to have to be in the hospital huh?
Guess who mom saw while I was in surgery??? My oncologist!!!!!!!! Lemme tell you that woman talks so damn fast, like speedy Gonzalez. She wanted chemo to start tomorrow, shiiiiiiiiiiitttttttttt!!!!!!!
Luckily I have to have a round of blood work done before hand so chemo will have to wait until Friday.
I'm like damn can a sista heal from this procedure first? She's like hell no we need to get your treatment started right away. So first thing in the morning I have to go and get some bloodwork done and then on Friday...
Right now my body is really sore from the procedure. They implanted it kinda like in my shoulder/clavicle and it's super tender. Plus my throat hurts from the anesthesia they gave me. Why does that stuff mess with you like that????
Yeah hospitals suck man!!