i hope that was the last one

Wouldn't it figure that my last (hopefully) chemo session would get screwed up? One of my chemo drugs is red and comes in two large syringes that are inserted into my IV tube. Another drug comes in the same type of syringe but is clear.

The pharmacy technician filled all three with the red drug, but labeled the third one as the clear one. This also made it past two pharmacists who check these things, possibly because the red drug is often given with three syringes (other types of chemo use a higher dose than I get).

Because of the anxiety I've had regarding this drug previously (remember the deer-in-the-headlights nurse?), I've taken to paying more attention to watching TV and eating my popsicles than thinking about my treatment. When the nurse got to the third syringe of the red drug, she noticed that the clear drug was nowhere to be found... but went ahead with the third syringe of red anyway. I, thinking they had simply split the correct amount into three syringes instead of two for some reason, asked, "Is it the same amount as usual?" and she said yes.

Apparently that was incorrect. I got 150% of what I should have. I'm not even sure at which point I was the most pissed off, whether at the pharmacy tech who filled it wrong, or the pharmacist who didn't catch the error, or myself for not noticing the mistake sooner, or the nurse who didn't show me the labels before giving me the drugs (which they're required to do, and I would've caught the error had she showed them to me).

My oncologist said he didn't think it would be a problem from a safety standpoint, because as I said other patients get more than my dosage with other types of chemo. However, because it would lower my white blood cell count more than usual, he opted not to give me the missing clear drug lest it lower the WBC count even more (and possibly not be able to receive chemo again in 2 weeks if necessary, aside from leaving me more vulnerable to disease/infection).

Nothing has been different afterward, although this was the most tired I've been. I didn't work at all Thursday and only worked 3 hours on Friday. I'm still not quite with it yet. I have a CAT Scan next Friday, and we'll see the results the following Wednesday, at which point I'll either go home or start another cycle of chemo.

I hope to God that was my last chemo. Let's just get on to the radiation and be done with it!