I was scheduled to start intravenous chemo on Thursday, ya know, to save prolong my life. But the Banco de Drogas, where all the city’s free drugs are dispensed does. not. have. the. drug. (Patients have to go to yet another location separate from the hospital where they are being treated to get the prescription filled.) And they don’t know when they will be getting it.

What is this? Walmart?

Also, I was missing some silly piece of paper that declares in various levels of redundancy that yes, I do have cancer, so yes, it’s fine to give me cancer drugs. I wonder what else this prescription would be for.

Argentine doctors? The bomb. Argentine bureaucracy? Same as everywhere. Wankers.

But maybe we can blame it all on Kristina.