I believe they were dropped and then my blood sizzled through the floor, killing a youngster below. I was forced then to give two more tubes of blood from my right arm. I nearly fainted and then I slept for 15 hours. I'm sure I must have looked like a heroin addict. I have been very weak ever since.
Someone needs to rethink visits to the doctor.
The first irritation is having to wear that short paper robe which was probably designed by the same person who invented lunch bags. As it was, I felt like the trashy homeless version of Jennifer Lopez in her dress. But enough of this, I am slowly getting better, and if I am not well by tomorrow, I will visit a mechanic. The end of the year is approaching and I welcome it. I am undergoing chemotherapy and when I have the energy will try to give a more detailed update of my ordeal - but only when remembering these first few weeks isn't too painful.