Originally sent out via email on March 20, 2012.
So, as smooth as last time’s treatment went…yesterday, not so much.
As you all know from previous posts, parking at the hospital is a nightmare. Patients who need to show up regularly are given free access to general parking and cancer patients get access to two small lots located next to the outpatient clinic. Now, careful readers will remember that those two lots are often full, requiring more creative parking solutions. So, imagine our shock yesterday, as we pulled into the lot and saw several spots all open!
No, it wasn’t that easy. It turns out the spots were saved for the ceremony marking the opening of Hadassah’s new building entrance. (Granted, it is a nice entrance, and Tammy thinks it looks like Seattle Grace. Whatever.) So, just to be clear, the spots reserved for cancer patients were blocked off for, one would assume, the high and mighty who paid for the nice new entrance. That’s kind of odd for a country that absolutely freaks out about cancer and offers all kinds of benefits to patients. So, clearly, this was a Hadassah hospital administration call. (I’d like to send an email to someone in charge at the hospital, but the only one I could find is for the PR department. And we all know that PR people have no soul!)
Anyway, we finally made our way to the treatment clinic and were greeted by another fixture of Israeli customer service – the woman-behind-the-desk-on-a-personal-call-who-can’t-seem-to-be-bothered-with-looking-up-at-you. She is not the normal personal there; the last time we saw her was on our first visit. Good thing she doesn’t understand much English because, if you can’t tell, I was not in my “happy place” and had absolutely no qualms of telling her what was on my mind. I think some of it may have registered, as she briefly paused and glanced in my direction. Or, maybe she was annoyed I was talking louder then she was.
After those episodes, it wasn’t so bad. We didn’t have to wait too long to get blood pressure and urine tested and the wait to “go on to the back” wasn’t too bad, either. The nurses seemed genuinely pleased to see us. (OK, may just Tammy, but they tolerate me.) We took our seats got hooked up and in just a few, relatively short hours, we allowed to leave.
Oh! Here’s something funny. Sort of. When one is a cancer patient at Hadassah, one doesn’t go to the regular emergency room in case of emergency if the chemo treatment department is open. So this guy walks in with his wife and son in tow. The guy isn’t feeling good; his stomach hurts. He takes the chair next to me and the nurse starts interviewing him. He doesn’t feel well because he thinks he took too many pills. In comes a doctor (maybe a resident) who starts asking more pointed questions.
“What kind of pills did you take?”
“Did you take anything else?”
The doctor lectures my friend, orders an EKG, which comes back normal, by the way, and the guy then proceeds to fall asleep!
Fall asleep? How’s he not dead??
Note to kids – Always follow the medicine’s directions! And don’t do drugs.
The rest of the day worked out really nicely. We got home quickly and I was able to do some work before attending a wedding (reception and ceremony only!) for close family friends. I must admit, it’s pretty amazing I can get to do that! Granted, I was absolutely done by the time I finished some more work when I got home. But it’s well worth it to try to do it all, as long as it doesn’t kill you.
That’s all for now. I’m off to clean out my medicine cabinet…