Daddy day

Clinic appointments on Mondays mean one thing:

DADDY DAY!

My mom had to work today, and Dad was able to take me in to
the clinic, which he doesn't get to do that often.  He was a little worried about making sure we
did everything right, but I told him not to worry.  I’m a pro at this.  When we checked in, the nurse behind the
counter said she needed to give me my wrist band, I held up my right arm
because that’s the side I like it on.  Then
we sat down to wait for the nurses to call us back.  When they wanted to check how much I weighed,
I went and stepped up on the scale all by myself.

When they wanted to see how tall I was, I went right to the
counter and asked the nurse to pick me up. 
I like them to check while I’m lying down on the counter.  When they wanted to put the blood pressure
cuff around my arm and give me an “arm hug”, I pointed to my left arm because
that’s where I like them to do that one. 
I also held up a finger on my right hand so they could put the pulse-ox glowing
red thing on it.

Then we went to my exam room to wait.  I wanted to play on their computer, but it
was too high.

So I got some reading done instead.

The port access went very smoothly, and I had to get some
fluids in to keep my kidneys healthy.  I
think Dad was feeling nervous, so I played peek-a-boo with him to keep him
relaxed.

Thankfully, it was a pretty easy day for me, and Dad handled
it really well, too. I got some chemotherapy in the clinic and don't have to come back until next week. After my chemo, we both
were happy to head home.

As for me, I was pooped, and slept the whole ride home. 

Taking care of Dad is a lot of work.