Port maintenance and PET scan

I have a PET scan on the 27th. That's when Ev is visiting, so we may be a family party in the waiting room. We shall see how well my treatments have shrunk the bastard.

Dr. Chemdrips (as I have redubbed the chemo specialist of my gyn-onc team, leaving Dr. Bitsblobs for the gyn specialist) put the order for my port revision as expiring at the end of December, so by the time my next chemo hits on January 4th, I will have had that done. (Originally, the first available time was to have been on the 4th itself, to which I noped the fuck out; the next time was the 9th, which would have fucked with my appointment for the one gender specialist within 50 miles of me who is accepting new patients and who sees adults, but I cannot emphasize how much chemo #4 sucked.) Now it's the morning of one of Alex's appointments, but since that's in the afternoon and shouldn't involve me, it's entirely possible that won't need rescheduling.

I'm hoping for a quick procedure and a good crew. Also that I won't have to suffer a cut transparent dressing again.