It's stupid. All I do is go in for port access and blood draw, have what's actually a relatively entertaining conversation with my PA (who cracks me up), and spend an hour or two getting an infusion of saline and Avastin. There's really not that much going on.
But psychosomatic or no, it is exhausting. I'm tired before I leave the house. I'm tired on the bus ride to the SCCA. I'm tired sitting in the waiting room waiting for the lab. I'm tired waiting to talk to the PA. I'm tired waiting for the Avastin to show up. You'd think I'd climbed a mountain or run a marathon, but all I'm doing is sitting in a chair.
And today I went directly from the infusion center to a committee meeting at work. In retrospect, a poor choice. I think from here on out I'll be taking the afternoon of oncology days off.
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