But the before and after? A hot mess.
I showed up early, as always. Because people are not smart.
I almost hate that I love my doctors. But, I do. The security guy couldn't find my name on the appointment list, so he just told me to go back, which really helped to make me feel secure. Apparently I was on the list, but they said no labs were indicated. Thank GOD, though that's never happened before. Saw my oncologist, talked about my arm. Of course, for the first day in a week, I didn't have a flare up (and am, of course, having one as I type). So we measured my mammoth biceps. I hope he has recovered from the shock of the gun show. Hah. Actually, he said "Don't flex! I know you workout!" Love him. He knows me so well. He knows about our cats, kids, careers, likes, dislikes... oh, I wish he had a private practice.
He said he ordered bloods and pointed at the screen, so back out I went to the front, after unsuccessfully trying to book my next appointment for lack of staff at the desk. Dude could not spell my name, which is simple. I don't mumble. I found my name on his list for him. He checked me in and said to wait for the vampires, as I usually do upon entering, before my appointment.
Sat there, a few minutes later someone popped out and asked my name. They disappeared for about 10 minutes. So, I took a walk back to the front (security) to see what was going on, which was empty! Again, super duper security. So I went back, asked them what was up, and they said they were trying to find the order.
I then walked back to my oncologists office, and nobody was there. A patient, who also works there (has cancer, but works in a different division) , was talking to me and another lady - we had a great discussion about sugar and diet with cancer (which docs seem to avoid, and yes, the woman who worked there didn't know a thing about this stuff, so a lovely woman and I got into a big discussion about it all with her, at least that was a good thing that came from this hellish cancer day!)... and she was still waiting for her appointment. She asked what was going on, since I'm sure I looked a little pissed off. I told her what happened since I had walked in the door. She said, if the doc wanted labs, I should really wait. I told her if they wanted my blood, they'll get it next time. IF I can make another appointment!
Do I even want to?
I'm definitely calling him tomorrow. We have a good relationship, I'm probably one of his more open, honest, and crazy patients. So, I now know what I knew going in. I need to monitor my arm. Duh. He said he would like me to return during holiday time - but since there was nobody, anywhere, to schedule that, perhaps it's a sign. Maybe I am my best doctor. I mean, I'm prescribing all of my own treatment now and paying out of pocket. How much should I charge myself for this? Is there an online degree I could get, so I feel more official?
All we can do is our best - but most of those people do their absolute lazy-worst. I also want to note that I like the nurses there. Each one, they can handle me. I had a parade of fun health practitioners checking all my crap. Why are these very important health care centers failing so badly? At this rate, I don't want to go back for a few years while I cool off. I know it's not smart of practical, but I don't need stress. I already have Cancer - it's built in!!! I will be calling my oncologist tomorrow morning and will tell him all of this. And that, even if I don't come back for the holidays like he wants, I may just bake something for him anyway. Because, it's not his fault that they are nincompoops.
And, my arm progresses to throb and feel heavy. Lord, why didn't it do that a few hours ago???
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