Today’s hospital visit turned out to be long. We long ago established that I am over efficient in the arriving early department when it comes to clinic appointments. Today was no different. Actually, cancel that. It was different. This time I had permission to be early. You need a blood test, they said. Come early, they said. So I did. And was greeted with the following notice:
Patients seeing The Doc need to be aware that his clinic is running approximately one hour late
I arrived early. He was running late. Excellent. Still, the blood letting took longer than expected so that filled some time. My veins were not playing today. Which was a shame because the vampire stabbing me was effusive in her praise: ‘You are looking lovely today,’ ‘Your scarf is fantastic, did you tie it yourself?’ (I did ponder whether I could get away with, ‘No, I accosted a passing stranger and forced them do it’ but thought probably not), ‘I love that shade of lipstick!’ and finally ‘That’s a great top, where did you get it?’ (Matalan. I shop in all the best places, don’t you know.) On the whole, I think she liked me. Which made it rather embarrassing that my veins were feeling shy.
Once I finally got to see The Doc, he looked mortified when I gave account of my nausea etc. A pharmacist was summoned and a new cocktail has been prescribed. I did a lot of smiling and nodding during this consultation. I cannot remember for the life of me what has been agreed upon. As luck would have it, I do not have to wait long to find out! My blood tests show my cells have recovered sufficiently for the next round of poisoning to begin. This time tomorrow I will be feeling grim but one third of my treatment will be completed. Good news indeed.