After going for my blood counts taken on Monday morning I hadn’t heard anything and intended to ring yesterday. However by the time I’d got back from yoga, gone for a walk with B and Bud I was about to step into the shower at 16:55 when B reminded me so I ended up ringing this morning.
Me: ‘Hi I came in for my blood counts on Monday and am just ringing to find out when I need to come in again. It’s Paula Kilgallon.’
Receptionist: ‘You’re due to come in today for your blood counts again.’
Me: ‘Nobody told me’ high pitched squeal thinking about how to get there ‘I can come in any time?’
Receptionist: ‘Yes, see you later.’
Oh, what to do! Ring Uncle Ray, try the next door neighbours, take Bud out for a walk and then get B to take me when he got up.
B anticipated being greeted on waking up with…
‘Your lunch is ready, cheese and onion on multi seeded brown bread. I’ve assumed you didn’t want a tomato as well but there’s Red Sky crisps.’ (Highly recommended except they need to change their name to Blue Sky since that’s what I keep calling them and writing on the shopping list.) Or words to that effect.
Possible new greeting…
Me: ‘Get your bum out of bed, get dressed and take me to Liverpool. There’s no sandwich.’
Or I could drive myself!!!!! I sat gazing out the window pondering the complexities of this decision. I knew the route well enough. The ramps between levels on the multi storey car park are generously wide however as B has reminded me on several occasions my Auntie Ann said the turn to get to the entrance barrier was tight and that was in a smaller car. And what about the way home? The way B goes requires moving over into sometimes very busy traffic a short distance after leaving the car park. Could I do this? Or I could go the way Uncle Ray does which ends up as the route but where exactly did it become the same way? I was sure I’d recognise it when I got there. Ohhhh, should I… the phone rang…
‘Hi, it’s 7y day unit. I’ve had a word with the pharmacist and your blood counts were okay so you just need to come in on Friday for treatment.’
The car survives another day without me taking it onto a multi storey car park. Speaking of surviving – little everyday comments can take on whole new meanings in the wonderful world of myeloma such as this…
Me: ‘Owwww!’ On catching some part of me on something in the kitchen yesterday.
B: ‘Are you alright?’
Me: ‘I’ll live.’ Slight pause ‘With a bit of luck.’
B: ‘Hopefully.’
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Hey kiddo… your last conversation exchange made me chuckle. We had to see our Family Doctor’s nurse practitioner a couple of weeks ago… last minute upper respiratory troubles… just needed some antibiotics. When she found out that I smoked cigarettes occasionally, I could see a sinister look in her eyes. She said, “Not in the house, I hope”. I said, “Not nearby Dominic”. She exploded…. “What are you trying to do? Kill him?”. I was dumbfounded. Just shook my head and decided that I’d hold out for Dr. C. no matter HOW sick I was in the future. Then I went through the should’ve could’ve said… “Yeah Right…. that’s why I’ve been fighting this flippin’ cancer with him faithfully for 3 years…. yep… I want him dead”. Anyway… your story reminded me of that. Best wishes, honey! Nan
Definitely with a ‘bit o luck,’ and lots of intending….I’m hard at work on it over here. And mighty glad, hanging on every word as I was, that you didn’t have to careen off some tight ramp for bothersome blood test!
Ah yes, there are many slang phrases and figures of speech we can’t use anymore. It definitely doesn’t sound good if you’re mad at your husband, who has cancer, and use the age-old phrase, “I’m going to kill my husband!”
In fact, most folks can’t believe you can even be mad at someone with cancer. How cruel. These folks never lived with my husband. These days,
I just call my sister and tell her, “I hope you have a few bucks on ya because I think I may need bailing out of jail.” She knows exactly what I mean and
since her hubby is even more stubborn than mine, we have a standing
“bail you outta jail anytime” deal between us. Glad you didn’t have to make that white-knuckle drive. I was getting nervous just reading this post!
Oh my – lucky save! I was getting worried there. I hate multi-storey car parks. It’s that bit at the top of the ramp where your instinct tells you to accelerate in case you stall, but something else demands you stop in case there is another car driving along the flat bit out of sight and into your path… not to mention getting into a space … or worse still out of it, since at least one of these manoeuvres will happen in reverse. Shudder!
Glad to hear your blood is behaving, even if you are not!
Is it possible for your blood to behave and you not?
Whoa — I’m gonna have to go over here and think about that for a while.