Monday again and one of those days that we make the short journey over the divide from the Tuggeranong Valley to the Woden Valley to pathology at Canberra Hospital’s cancer centre to get Linda’s blood tested in anticipation for her chemotherapy treatment tomorrow.
Fair dinkum, I would love to know who designed the multi-story car park opposite the hospital. It is without doubt the worst designed piece of crap I have ever been sucked into. Also, as seems to be common place in Australia nowadays, the darn thing isn’t that old yet it is obsolete already! It was full to overflowing today with cars bumper to bumper and backed up out onto the street while the best and boldest of the hospital’s visitors attempted to reverse park into the narrowest of spaces thus keeping the rest of us waiting interminably. I don’t know who they were or who they were seeing but it was a busier than average day. This particular car park also seems to bring out the worst in people. Some of the most pathetic and selfish car drivers I’ve ever seen I’ve seen there.
Unbelievably, the parking gods, those all knowing all seeing beings who watch over such spaces, must have realised Linda needed to be closer to the entrance of the hospital today because a woman pulled out of a disabled park just in front of us and we were able to secure her spot relatively easily. Score!
We also hit the sweet spot at pathology. Linda was almost straight in and out and we were soon making an attempt to leave the car park, albeit slowly. There is always someone who feels that if he can get as close as possible to your rear end then the multitudes of traffic stuck hard in the melee in front of you will go faster. It’s an experience!
So, we finally freed ourselves and waited anxiously at home for the results of the blood test to come through online. Last week Linda’s neutrophils were too low so she wasn’t able to receive her chemo treatment and we were expecting and hoping for an improvement today as she has been rescheduled a chair for tomorrow. Alas, her white blood cell count hasn’t budged and, unable to reach anyone at the cancer centre by phone late in the afternoon, she will toddle off and see what they say tomorrow. It is doubtful if they will go ahead with the count so low.
So, the journey continues. Linda is relatively well tonight, hoping she can have her treatment tomorrow but not wanting to endanger her health by getting flattened by neutropenia. The oncologists will have the final say.
As always, we look positively ahead and hope for a productive day, keeping the devil at bay for a little bit longer.
Bye for now.
Strange Notations From a Laborious Life 