Herceptin #13/14

I finally understand what the fuss is over Starbucks.  I’m not a coffee drinker, but I found myself in a predicament at last week’s penultimate Herceptin infusion.  I had arranged for a ride to/from my appointment but through a miscommunication found myself in charge of my own transportation.  The Benadryl premed administered to prevent allergic reactions to the Herceptin tend to knock me out and this last appointment was no different.

After the nurse pulled out my I.V., I groggily pulled myself out of the infusion chair and headed out to my car, thinking I could at least grab a nap in the parking garage before driving home. As I left the medical building, I looked to my right and spied a little coffee shack, administering caffeine shots to a steady line of customers.  $5.41 later, I walked to my car with a chai latte and an oatmeal raisin cookie the size of South Dakota.  I downed my drink and gobbled up the cookie on my way home and was wired until bedtime.  Unlike last time, thankfully, I was able to fall asleep normally.

Later in the afternoon I received a call from the nuclear medicine folks saying I need to report to duty for another MUGA scan.  That delightful procedure is scheduled for next Monday.

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