Bloody eye of last week no longer attracts attention

My appointment today was at 10:30, but I had remembered it to be 10:00 wen I set the alarm last night so I has an excess of time this morning, which was good because the parking garage was quite full and the only space I could find was so narrow that I had to make several passes in order to leave enough room to open each side door.  I got into the registration area right at 10:30 and was greeted warmly by Nancy who wondered if we had had a good week.  I told her that we had indeed highlighted by the gymnastics meet between the Univ. of Utah and Stanford Saturday night.

Nancy sent me out to the hallway to wait where Craig found me and took me in for weight and height measurements and then in to the most distant chair in the Infusion Room extended for the rest of my vitals.  He found the blood pressure to be 134/74, which is very close to what it was last Tuesday with both numbers about 10 points higher than what the long time readings have been.  As we walked through the Infusion Room Kristy, my nurse from last week was the only one who noticed that the red fluid in my right eye had completely cleared up.  She soon came to my chair with supplies to install a line in my port and to collect another vial of blood.  I asked why another blood draw after the one last week and she told me that they require a report on the blood at the same time they do the 24-hour urine collection that I had brought in with me this morning.  She said that she had ordered the Velcade and I probably would be out soon because they don't have to wait for a report on this sample of blood.   I then asked her about the spelling of the name of the PA that I had seen last Tuesday and learned that I had indeed spelled it wrong; It should have been spelled Jaime.

Kristy brought a helper when it came time to give me the Velcade infusion because she has not yet had any children and doesn't want to compromise her ability to have healthy children.  She said they have to be careful not to let any of the chemo escape into the room atmosphere.  I asked her if she had a husband and she said yes and that they have been married five years.  I have noticed that only the oldest nurses fail to gown up when giving the Velcade.  I might have been home early except that Elaine, the nurse who used to be responsible for ordering thalidomide, which I took early on, was at a desk in the back of the room and we reminisced about our long term association for quite some time.