The details devil strikes again.

So today I got to meet with the lady in charge of mxing my near-death-dealing potion, and found out that three critical meds -- the ones dealing with my high blood pressure -- were not on her list. No explanation has been forthcoming as yet. I expect to expend significant energy units on this tomorrow.

And the IV was placed in my hand again, it felt better. Unfortunately, what was a great blood return at 8:50 AM was barely there at 11:30 or so, and gave up completely 2.5 syringes in. And it took three tries and an additional expert to get a workable vein going.

The problem seems to be that my veins, in two cases, just said, "Enough!" Not that veins talk. No. They act, rather decisively. The third time, the insertion was too near a place where two veins join. This really restricts the flow of blood out; the IV fluid was pouring in like mad, and the infusion nurse could feel the vein bulge when she put pressure on the line, but no return flow.

They were surprised when I wasn't angry. I'm saving angry for the medication botches.

WOW is a wonderful chemo buddy.