It scratches

It scratches the upper limit. The igM is 2.23 and has therefore doubled since the last inspection. Nevertheless, the normal limit is up to 2.3 and so I'm somewhat relaxed. I haven't had any pain for weeks. That's something. Because before that I had pain every day, sometimes real pain attacks, and that had been going on since December last year.

On Tuesday I received my second immunoglobulin dose, this time in the oncology day clinic and subcutaneously (i.e. into the fatty tissue, for example on the stomach). So I had my blood drawn and waited. Since they had already forgotten me twice, I asked again after two hours in the waiting room. Then it was finally my turn, new doctor, new luck. The medical profession had obviously just made a mistake. “Here are your documents, go straight to the day clinic, you already know that!” “Uh, I haven’t been informed yet?” I was supposed to come in briefly, but there was no explanation and I didn’t sign anything, what is not permissible at all because it is a human product that they wanted to instill in me. “It’s now available as an infusion and then we’ll take another one this time because they reacted last time!”

That wasn't actually planned. Of course, as an intravenous infusion it takes significantly longer...

Okay, off to oncology. Get on the chair. People really know me here: “hey, how are you? I've already read a bit! You know everything! Blanket?” said S.

The last few times I had always observed a female doctor. She stomped around and was generally very rough. I was always glad that she avoided me.

But this time it was my turn. She came stomping into the room, her face completely rigid: "So who's first?" I pointed to the older lady opposite. Stomp stomp. “No, oh no! I'm not giving you access, that didn't work last time." She still pulls out the tourniquet and pulls it very tight as if she wanted to tear her arm off. Bang! She takes it off again. “No!” she says to the room, “not with her! The hematologists can do this themselves! She has such wobbly grandma pudding arms!”

Silence. Didn't she say that! But she has. Has she!!!!! Was she really serious? I'm already formulating the next complaint email to the department in my head...

The older lady then cried on the other side for quite a while. I was happy that I had quick access. Then the infusion, a small bottle that ran for two hours. The Tavegil beforehand put me to sleep. When I woke up I was alone in the room.