On Friday I got my $5999.00 shot. I blew it, at least in terms of faking being a rich guy.
I was going to use it as an opportunity to savor the ambiance of the wealthy. I would nonchalantly say something like “a $5999.00 shot? Let’s play it safe. I’ll take three.”
Instead I said “The doctor said he wasn’t going to order that, you’d better double check. And while you’re at it, confirm it’s been pre-authorized by the insurance”.
So much for casually pretending spending $5999.00 to have a needle stabbed in my stomach wasn’t something that I didn’t take notice of.
I guess I won’t be sharing that Budweiser with Phil Knight and Paul Allen after all. I obviously haven’t got this wealthy guy attitude down pat.
Probably never will.
It turns out the big bucks shot is for building white blood cells. It does something to the bones to make them produce extra cells.
The doctor ordered the shot as a preemptive thing to make sure I have plenty of white blood cells in reserve. This is because I had a low blood count after the last super duper chemo treatment.
They said the shot might have the side effect of making my bones hurt the next day. Didn’t happen.
While at that appointment I also got my extra IV fluids, hoping it would reduce the side effects of Wednesday’s Super Duper Chemo treatment.
It seems to have helped.
I don’t feel great, but I can swallow. Swallowing is good. Swallowing is very good.
I’m looking forward to the July 4th party tomorrow. I should be feeling even better by then.
It will give me a chance to appreciate swallowing even more.
Have a happy and safe 4th of July! Rusty and I plan on returning home Monday morning with all fingers and toes accounted for. Hopefully, all limbs will be present and functioning as well. Borg life is not for me.