I had another iron treatment at Good Sam, this time, and it was a horrible place, much less nice than the cancer center at Adventist. The nurse wasn't at all nice (although she was much more proficient at getting a IV started) and didn't offer me even a glass of water, despite the fact that I was the only one there, for most of the time. Her son is a firefighter and had been sent to Bend to deal with the big forest fire. While I had a great deal of compassion for her worries, she still did a shitty job of taking care of me, leaving me sitting for almost an hour with a hep lock, in my arm, and no medicine. So far I feel mildly better. I had to work in a toddler classroom the other day and was able to RUN around our toddler track with a pack of two year olds chasing me, for several laps. I was pleased that I did not have an allergic reaction while having this treatment, as I am not convinced this particular nurse would have been composed enough to revive me. |
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