There's a ritualistic aspect to Thursday evenings, however. That's when I update the side effects log for my oncologist, count the number of pills remaining in my copious medication bottles, and inventory the chemo supplies.
The drugs are obvious enough, they're the helper medications I take to mitigate the side effects of the chemo. Mostly need to make sure I don't run out during the cycle. So I count them out of the bottles, then set up a pill case with the needed doses between now and the beginning of next week.
The supplies are around the unhooking process for the pump. My inventory includes the following:
- Saline Injector
- Heparin Injector
- Red Caps
- Alcohol Wipes
- Aquaguard Dressing
- Large Gloves
- Small Gloves
- Spill Kit
We go through them at different rates. And we need certain levels every time. So one of the first conversations I have on infusion day concerns supply levels and replenishment.
It's so mundane, so clinical, and so strange. Counting the injectors today, it occurred to me how much strangeness one can get used to.