Thursday, 12/30 -- A funny thing happened on my way to the Chemo Suite...

You'd think by now that that I'd have this thing down to an uneventful routine.

Tuesdays are my chemo days.
No surprises there.

The routine is to go in to have the doctors check my blood and general health to make sure I can start my next dose of chemo. They have to access my port that is in my shoulder. It's easier on my veins than having to access my arms each time they draw blood or inject something.

I've never been needle-phobic, however I do get "goosey" when I see my own blood or have a deep cut. If the nurses can't find a vein quickly, or access the port quickly, I start to feel light headed and swimmy.

On Tuesday, we had some problems accessing the port. Long story short, I passed out.

I passed out twice in the office.

Not a good thing to do when you're trying to show the how healthy you are.

So they admitted me into the hospital to make sure that I wasn't fighting off an infection or the flu or something new. Since chemo weakens the immune system, the flu a simple cold or a virus could really be damaging to me.

I spent Tuesday, Wednesday and half of Thursday in the hospital. All because I passed out.

To sum it all up, I did receive my chemo today because they were able to determine that there is nothing otherwise wrong with me except gooseyness and silliness.

I've been laying in the hospital bed contemplating all the wicked and frustrated things I was going to write about this experience, but just being home with Lyn has done wonders in straightening out my blue funk. Spending a few pointless days in the hospital is GREATLY frustrating, as you might expect, but coming home to my wife's arms makes it all quickly fad away.

My Yew Year's Resolution is no more hospital stays.