DRUGS AND HALLUCINATIONS

 Since I had to stay in the hospital an extra month , they had also decided to put me on extra meds to help with the foot healing . One of the side effects was one of these meds made me hallucinate like crazy . The nurses even said they could hear me talking and sometimes laughing when I was completely alone in my room . It seemed so real . One time I thought my kids were in the hospital at three am , so i was desperately looking for some cash in my belongings so I could give them money for a hotel ! Of course they weren't there . I would talk to people who would suddenly get up and disappear . There is much much more . Suffice it to say I've never experienced anything like that in my entire life. 

BEFORE I EVEN START

 Before I even begin with my story of illness, I need to say that the fascist state of israel's " pre-emptive " strike on Iran is nothing but an amerikkkan backed lie , the same way that killing 72,000 Palestinians and burying children under rubble is " self-defense" . Fascist lies from start to finish , but they'll get away with it because they have amerikkka's backing . Murderous scumbags .

OL' FOUR TOED JIM

 Once my foot got infected ( my immune system was beaten to shit by the chemo ) , it grew to twice it's normal size , especially the second toe , and that toe had some kinda black crusty shit on it . Three different doctors had come in to say that the thing was going to be removed , until someone called for the specialty Wound Care Nurse , who started scraping the black stuff off. It fucking hurt like crazy , so they started giving me dilaudid and even fentanyl every time she was coming around to torture me , but I am so grateful she did . She saved my toe . It was fucking excruciatingly painful , and there were months of followup , but she saved my toe when others said it had to go . It meant an extra month in the hospital .

EVERYONE TAKE THEIR TURN

 So we get there on the evening of Monday , June the 2nd , and I immediately get admitted to the leukemia ward . A nurse comes in , asks me a few questions , then asks , " Do you know what's going to be happening up here ?" , and I said , " Yeah , people are going to come in here taking turns beating the shit outta me " , and she said , " Yeah , basically " . They took me downstairs where they inserted a Hickman Line  and there it was to remain for 7 months. I felt like a fucking cyborg.

A Hickman line is a type of soft, flexible, tunneled central venous catheter inserted into a large vein in the chest (subclavian or internal jugular) to provide long-term access for chemotherapy, medication, nutrition (TPN), or blood sampling. It remains in place for extended periods, typically featuring 1-3 external lumens for simultaneous treatments. 

They didn't start on the chemo right away , but did so after a few days . I made the mistake of walking barefoot ( within my room ) , from the bed to the bathroom , and managed to get a foot infection which entered through a wound from a corn that I had removed earlier in May . That managed to screw things up for an extra month .

SURPRISE , YOU'VE GOT LEUKEMIA !

 I'm sure that my 2-6 readers know what has been happening , especially the local ones. Hell, even if you're not local, the internet is a wonderful/horrible thing .

Towards the end of May 2025, I started feeling like I was getting the flu. I thought nothing of it , after all, who's afraid of the flu ? But then I developed a giant coldsore on my face , the first one ever in my life, so I decided to go to an Urgent Care Centre . They gave me a req for blood work , which I got done, and they called me immediately the next day . Never a good sign . 

I went in to see the doctor , and he immediately starts drop the " L-Bomb" on me . What the fuck is this ? He could have broken it to me gently, the awkward fuck . He told me he'd refer me to a hematologist , who would then get me a bed at the Royal Jubilee Hospital , and then I'd get shipped to Vancouver . Simple as that . Infuckingcorrect . It's not 1950. They wanted me to leave on the Friday , but I wasn't just going to leave my kids like that , so I said Monday . Once I said a very tearful goodbye to my son , I went to the RJH the next day . They barely had a fucking clue , and the doc told me I should consider driving myself to Vancouver General Hospital. What the fuck is this ? I was already weak and lightheaded , and what happens if I get there and there are no beds ? Luckily , my sister was with me and knows how to navigate this maze of shit . She got them to call Vancouver , and they said to go home and wait for a call. The call came within the hour , and me and sis were on our way to Vancouver , which I thought was going to be about a month or so . Wrong again , asshole .