I guess the samples they didn’t lose let them see that I had a “complete cytogenetic response.” They still have to do some PCR on my blood to make sure things are OK at the molecular level. The poke in the hip wasn’t so useless after all.

Every day I have to endure the flirting of my co-worker with the girl who works at Java Man Coffee. For a guy who doesn’t have any romance in his life (me), it’s sort of like putting up with drunk people when you’re sober. Today I got to look at pictures of a Cambodian engagement party while he did his flirting so it wasn’t so bad. But I did see her writing on his hand.

“Aha!” I thought, “A phone number!”

She even told him, “Don’t wash that hand.”

When we got outside, I noticed all that she was draw a picture of a coffee cup on his hand. Heh.

Tuesday I worked a little late. It was less than 2 hours, but that put me off of my scheduled plan to hit the gym and impede the serious weight lifters. I thought I’d hit the pharmacy, since I’d called in a prescription on Friday, and another at 8AM on Tuesday. Well, here it was, 8PM, and I was told that my prescriptions weren’t ready. The pharmacist hadn’t gotten to them and I’d have to wait 30-45 minutes. Well, that meant no working out.

Today I got a call from my doctor’s office. The people at OHSU (who I lovingly refer to as “those effing bastards who didn’t let me into medical school and who think they’re so effing smart”) lost my bone marrow aspiration. Although they finally found the aspirate, I have to go in for a blood draw early Monday morning because the bone marrow aspirate was too effing old by the time they found it. I went through an incredibly painful and expensive process where they take a HUGE NEEDLE and shove it INTO MY BONE and they lose the sample?

This leads to two questions:

1. What kind of effing morons do they have at OHSU? The only excuse I expect to hear is, “You should have known not to do this before a holiday weekend.” I pay (or insurance pays) a buttload of money for these lab tests and for that kind of money (and that kind of pain) I expect those effing morons to do the right thing and NOT LOSE THE SAMPLE.
2. If I can get the same results with a blood draw, then WHY IN THE HELL ARE THEY SHOVING A HUGE, PAINFUL, AND EXPENSIVE NEEDLE INTO MY HIP BONE?

So, really, I’m not as upset as you’d think. I also think I get to pay for the lost sample, the useless but painful aspiration that created the lost sample, and probably for the labwork that was scheduled but not done on the lost sample.

Great, it’s 11:33PM and I just got a phone call where the person on the other end of the line was crying and wouldn’t talk. Let’s see, my last girlfriend dumped ME, and that was almost three years ago. I can’t imagine that it wasn’t a wrong number.

Got an email from a woman telling me she thinks I’m hot. I’m sure it’s not spam. She said she met me at a party, and I haven’t been to a party in, well, months. And then there was gibberish.

Well, it beats having the email telling me my penis is too small. As I’ve always said, I’m not worried about the length, I’m worried about the frequency of use.

TMI, I’m sure.

My fancy ham radio kit is almost finished!

But instead of staying in the basement all weekend, I had a bone marrow aspiration, a visit from an old grade school friend, breakfast with Greg, a beer with Megan(!), and the fireworks to watch. Oh, and I ran the wood chipper all this afternoon.

So now I’m too tired to finish the thing. I only have to mount the speaker, and I’m done. But, wait, I still have the 100W amplifier, the SSB adapter, and the 60M adapter to build. It’ll be another week or more before it’s all done.

I didn’t think bone marrow aspiration vs. a biopsy (core sample) would make a lot of difference, but I think it doesn’t hurt as much. We get to see just how good the fancy drugs work.