I was supposed to have blood drawn yesterday, but I was wretching so violently that I couldn't be a passenger in a car.
So the nurses drew the blood today. The numbers were so wonky that chemotherapy was cancelled and I received two more units of blood instead.
Steve pushed me into the suite at 9:15 when I was in tears and shaking so violently from cold that a registration clerk wrapped me in toasty warm blankets so I could thaw out a bit, but by evening I had had so much blood, medication and socialization that I was laughing and feeling much more myself.
I have one appointment tomorrow. We're giving Demi the day off.