Monday, December 8, 2008
Hospital fun today. Got my first round of meds before chemo, and they came up to something around 200. I'm applying for the Trillium Drug Plan, because $200x12treatments=$2,400. Oh, life, you so funny.
I'm glad, because I don't really have to worry about the financial aspect of things, even if I can't get the drug plan, what with my parents and all, but fuck. As though this couldn't be more of a burden.
One of the meds (allpurinol, I believe it's called) is essentially gout medication. Do I have gout? No. Will I develop gout? Likely! You see, when lymph nodes shrink as a result of chemotherapy, they release a lot of uric acid. Excess uric acid leads to gout, and gout leads to pain. So much for ambition...
Finally, my doctor also prescribed a 10-day course of antibiotics, as I think I'm developing a cough.
To quote the dude from Superbad: "Fuck my life."
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off for my last supper.