The Trial continues.
And is, for the most part, going great so far. The Oncology Research Center at UCLA is top notch as far as I can tell. It’s the least “hospitally” medical facility I have ever scene. The staff is great, the Doctor and Study Coordinator smart with bedside manner to spare. So far, absolutely no issue with the drug itself, no side effects yet… but yes, there is a “big but” coming. Commuting down to Santa Monica for four days in stop and go, rush hour traffic… almost killed me.
You see, my shoulders and neck and lower back were bad going in and last week made them ten times worse. Nerve bundles of pain, back spasms, nasty stuff. Plus almost every day had a companion trip to USC for wound therapy so, yeah, long days. Rough week. But it ended fun. On Friday I had someone pass out on me, and then several hours later I managed to pass out on myself.
There was a first year intern “looking” in on my wound care treatment and somewhere toward the end of treatment when there is a lot of picking at an open wound with tweezers and scissors and Don wincing in pain and a little blood… The first year Intern pitched forward on top of me. Luckily the veteran Third year Intern caught the first year intern and with some calm instruction from the Doctor everything was handled just fine.
Later that night… I am at home. I stand up too fast. I start to cough…. I continue to cough until I have run out of air in my lungs to cough any more. And that’s when things go black. I put my hands on my knees and at this point I know I am going down. I just have to figure the safest way to ditch. I aim for the carpeted hallway between the closets… I almost make it.
So, a week not completely without event, eh?