Talking with social work, on the other hand

... is a pure delight, and I have additionally sent my social worker a picture of the dog tag I have dangling through the biohazard necklace I wear during chemo weeks. The tag has a medical alert symbol and CHEMOTHERAPY on the one side, and a notice that sometimes chemo and one of my other conditions could interact in a way that could make me look drunk, that this is in fact a medical emergency, and the correct thing to do is offer me sugar and call 911.

My next chemo is on the 30th. In the interim, I need to get two medical systems talking to each other, hopefully without me having to interface all that much.