Rough day (chemo starts January 28th)

You know how some days just go incredibly wrong?  Yesterday was one of those.

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At the first appointment, everyone I spoke to thought my port placement was happening that day.  I showed them the paper, but they were not convinced.  They conferred with each other, but no conclusion was made.  Thankfully, the system had the correct day.  Even after they checked the computer, the nurse still had someone walk my husband and me down to the surgery department... and it wasn't to show us for next time.

The second appointment was cancelled.  I wasn't told.  It took us twenty minutes to be told to go to my next appointment.  I snapped at my husband in the elevator because nothing was going right—and I need things to go smoothly when I'm stressed.

The third appointment was my echocardiogram where I ended up needing an IV started so I could receive an injection.  Apparently, there is something they give patients whose heart doesn't show up clearly.  (I'm quite fat and wasn't lying down, so...)  After the exam, I had bands of pain radiating down my biceps.  Strange, but it only lasted five or ten minutes.  Though I experience a lot of different aches, that was new.

At my last appointment, they could only do part of my pulmonary test because I can't sit on a normal chair inside a raised box.  I guess my difficulty with transferring isn't written in my file.

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As we get on the van to go home, my husband dropped his headphones and broke them.  He thinks he can fix them with tape.

When we get to our apartment, there was a bill for over $3,000 in our mailbox for my MRI.  I'm not supposed to be responsible for my medical bills (one of the few benefits of being a cripple in poverty).  Something has gone wrong.  I talked to someone about my "prior authorization" rejection recently and they told me not to worry if I haven't received a bill...

I'm just so exhausted.