Last Wednesday I had my third infusion, and there were more examples of the effect of the Coronavirus:
- My required pre-chemo doctor visit was a virtual one. It’s important that I stay away from the hospital as much as possible.
- I was asked to put on my own wrist band.
- Chairs in the waiting room are taped off to force physical distancing.
- Remember when I was reprimanded last time for not using gloves with their especially toxic wipes? Well, they now warn people with a posted sign.
- My nurse thanked me for wearing a mask since it protects her as well.
- Two masks come with the kit to open the port, one for the patient and one for the nurse. Since I was wearing my own mask, I was hoping to keep that extra mask in case I needed it later. Nope – they are keeping all “extra” masks.
- To protect themselves from the toxic chemicals, the chemo nurses always put on long plastic gowns every time they change the bags. This time, my nurse saved her gown to use all day to maximize gowns available for the Covid-19 part of the hospital.
- I can’t get my own tea anymore.
How am I?
This infusion hit me much harder than the first two. I fell asleep during the treatment and slept the rest of Wednesday and most of Thursday. Friday, I woke up without enough energy to hold up my arms, so I couldn’t read the newspaper. The fatigue was incredible.
On Saturday I began to feel a little better but then almost called the ambulance since I thought I was having a heart attack. I had extreme chest pain, high blood pressure, and rapid heart rate. I even went so far as to get some fresh clothes on and unlock my door. But the feeling resembled my acid attack after the first treatment, so I took one of those gigantic pills they gave me and waited. After about an hour I decided I was probably not going to die that day.
Today is Sunday and a new day! I took a shower, did some laundry, and am enjoying my balcony again. Hallelujah! Whether or not you celebrate Palm Sunday, I wish you a blessed day.