Regulars readers will know I’ve become obsessed with blood, or more specifically the veins that transport it. Today I got my bloods done in advance of FEC3. No phone call from the hospital so it’s all systems go for chemo camp tomorrow – Guantanemo Bay on dress-down day.
I also have a confession to make. I asked the phlebotomist to take blood from my ‘bad’ side. I can’t face more collapsed veins in my ‘good’ side leading to forced installation of a central line. So I made the phlebotomist commit a mortal phlebotomy sin. I’m really sorry if she get’s into trouble come judgement day but there’s a remote chance the vein in the elbow of my ‘good’ side will be ‘good’ tomorrow. I need ‘good’ veins in that arm because the veins in my hand have disappeared. I hate my veins.
Now I’m off to bed for that other pre-chemo delight, insomnia. But it’s a very clear night, I’ll be able to see a million stars and you never know, I might get abducted by aliens so it’s not all bad 😉
P.S. The diagram below is not to scale. The syringe is at least 10 times smaller than the real thing (& there are 8 of them). I’d be jolly pleased if they were filled with Balkan 176 vodka. Wishful thinking!