Nee-naa, nee-naa, my ride in the ambulance

 

I have only ever had one ride in an ambulance in my 40+ years, and that was as a result of Neupogen injections.

 

I had just finished chemotherapy, and had started to give myself the little injections in my belly to stimulate the white cells. I was told that I could expect mild pain, which was there by lunchtime and was like shocks running up and down your spine, which increased until it was my whole torso.

 

By 7pm I called the local doctors service, who, when they did come out, had never heard of Neupogen. The doctor made a telephone call, and informed me that she could give me an injection in the bum which would take away the pain. At this stage I was rolling around on the floor, face down, right side, left side, face up, and then starting again, so I said I didn’t care, and she gave me the injection and left.

The effect was far from perfect, but gave me some relief, so I went to bed and tried to sleep.

 

At around 9pm all hell broke loose; I must have dozed off, and the pain decided to wake me. Wow, when pain decides to wake you out of your slumber, it doesn’t mess around. I was in agony, so my wife immediately called for an ambulance.

 

I heard it arrive several minutes later, and they carried me down the stairs, strapped me in, and off we went. The swaying of the ambulance on the road, and every bump we went over, surprisingly brought relief to my condition, and I asked him if he could hit all the potholes. Initially he thought I was joking, but his associate assured him that it was helping, so that was how we drove the rest of the way.

 

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