The parking lot is located quite some distance from the cancer hospital, and I felt tired by the time I was ushered into the little room where I would wait almost an hour to get poked for blood and see my oncologist.
This delay tells me that I am low on the priority list - meaning I am in relatively good shape and am not someone to really be concerned about.
After all, the cancer should be gone.
I was able to tolerate my stay at the cancer hospital pretty well, and I went home and since it was a vacation day, did anything but work.
What I was surprised at was how tired I was the next day and how weak my leg muscles felt. My body was wiped from a simple visit to my oncologist.
Surprise - I still have a chemo hangover.
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