Just got back from having my iron infusion. After 7 sticks, the infusion, and unexpectedly being examined by an oncologist there, I have learned the following things:
- I already knew I was a hard stick with veins that blow, roll, collapse, are too deep, and don’t always work. Now I know that I also have branching veins. Also, the little vein finder thing that they’ve threatened to use on me so many times before doesn’t actually seem to work with my veins.
- Nurses seem to find it strange when I apologize for the hard stick issues. Yeah, it hurts to be stuck over and over, but it really isn’t their fault that I’m hard to stick. I didn’t want them to blame themselves or feel bad about it. It’s just one of those things that happens.
- The chicken pox that I had on my third birthday are apparently the gift that keeps on giving because now, at the ripe old age of 29, I have shingles.
Fun stuff, right?
Well, at least I don’t actually have tendinitis in my shoulder. And, honestly, getting the shingles this early in life totally makes sense after having my gallbladder taken out when I was 13. Having old people issues prematurely are just kind of my thing, I guess.
The oncologist said there isn’t really anything that they can do about the shingles this time because I’ve had them 1 day too long. Antivirals would have been the treatment route of choice had I been diagnosed yesterday, but today is considered too far out. He said I would probably have issues for the next 2 weeks or so, and that my shoulder might hurt for a while afterward.
The pharmacist told my mom that, as soon as it clears up, I need to have the shingles vaccine because you can have flare-ups more than once in your life. I’ll definitely have to remember to do that in a few weeks or so.
It could be worse.