After my rant yesterday about the headache getting my chemotherapy drugs, I talked to my "case manager" at the UW. Her explanation: "It's possible the wrong fax number got used."
Jeez. What a tell. Here's a tip to would-be detectives or couch potatoes watching a police procedural on TV: If they slip into the passive voice, they did it. It's possible the trigger got pulled while the gun was pointed at my husband's head.
Hey, that's an idea! A reality show with contestants competing to solve a murder!
Each season could be a different classic-TV setup -- one year could turn on forensic evidence, another on penetrating, confession-inducing interviews of suspects. Contestants could dress in one season as frumpy guys in trench coats, or as a prim old British lady, or a little French guy in a mustache ... the possibilities could keep the show going for years.
Man, I'm wasting my time here. I should be in Hollywood, lunching at Farmer's Market and coffeeing at the Melrose Starbucks.
Anyway, my stupid drugs came today. So tonight I begin my cycle.
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Drug update, or: The nurse did it, in the lab room, with a fax machine!
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Great Reality show ideas! Maybe even one with contestants dressed as patients, deciding whether to place blame on third-grader brain surgeons or fax-incompetent nurses.
Anyway, glad you received the drugs. Good luck with the process.
mistakes were made ...
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