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I got a call from my neurologist's office ten days ago, reminding me to have blood drawn for tests before my next Ocrevus infusion (which is scheduled for April 20th). I had in fact forgotten all about it, and asked them to send me a reminder note in MyChart.
I went over to Mt. Auburn this afternoon, checked in, and walked down to the walk-in clinic, which is also where they collect blood samples. When I handed the phlebotomist my sheet of stickers, he looked at the record, and asked if I wanted this done, because the order was from last year. I thought about it, briefly, and then asked him what the tests were. One of them was hepatitis B, so I told him to go ahead: they won't do the Ocrevus infusion without a negative hepatitis test within the previous year.
It did occur to me that I have friends who would almost certainly have said "never mind" or "can we call the doctor's office to check?" rather than asking what the tests were after the answer to "when were they ordered?" turned out to be September. Me, I'd rather give them some unnecessary samples than make an extra round trip from Brighton. (All my medical stuff is on the other side of the Charles River, in Cambridge, Somerville, Arlington or Watertown.)
I treated myself to a hot fudge sundae on my way home, because it was a pleasant sunny afternoon and nobody was sitting at the table outside Lizzy's.
[I already have the negative hepatitis B test results, released automatically through MyChart.]
I went over to Mt. Auburn this afternoon, checked in, and walked down to the walk-in clinic, which is also where they collect blood samples. When I handed the phlebotomist my sheet of stickers, he looked at the record, and asked if I wanted this done, because the order was from last year. I thought about it, briefly, and then asked him what the tests were. One of them was hepatitis B, so I told him to go ahead: they won't do the Ocrevus infusion without a negative hepatitis test within the previous year.
It did occur to me that I have friends who would almost certainly have said "never mind" or "can we call the doctor's office to check?" rather than asking what the tests were after the answer to "when were they ordered?" turned out to be September. Me, I'd rather give them some unnecessary samples than make an extra round trip from Brighton. (All my medical stuff is on the other side of the Charles River, in Cambridge, Somerville, Arlington or Watertown.)
I treated myself to a hot fudge sundae on my way home, because it was a pleasant sunny afternoon and nobody was sitting at the table outside Lizzy's.
[I already have the negative hepatitis B test results, released automatically through MyChart.]
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