I had another long day in chemo camp today but am pleased to report number 5 out of 6 is complete and seemed to go smoothly.
My son came along with me and said he found it very informative and also enjoyed the wide-ranging chat we had.
I was branded a trouble-maker as I noticed the MRSA swab pack I’d been given, to check if my suppressed immunity has made me and the other camp interns carriers of the hospital super-bug, was two months beyond its expiry date. Apparently these kits had only been delivered in the last fortnight.
When the department assistant phoned microbiology she was told to dispose of the out of date kits, two full boxes, and throw away the swabs all today’s patients had already taken. They’ll need to be done again. I’m glad I read the packet before doing mine! This attention to detail comes from developing a beady eye for supermarket produce that’s been subject to poor stock control.
I’m now insomniac beetroot woman once again, high on the dreaded steroids and full of super toxic chemicals. I did discuss whether I could be a future Bane in the Batman franchise with my son but he doesn’t think I suit the bad-guy character
This evening one of my best friends visited and it was just the tonic required after 5 hours of chemo so tomorrow I’ll pick up on my heavenly graces theme once again with a post about charity