Tag: infusion

in which I fret, a great deal, over nothing

I’m waiting for the home health nurse to come and install my IV port this afternoon. I’m nervous. Giving myself a shot every day doesn’t make me immune to IV jitters. I keep thinking I should be completely calm about this, but I’m not; I’m a bundle of anxiety, hoping I don’t vomit on the nurse as she works. She…

on infusions

This is not an easy entry for me to write. On the 27th of January I called my neurologist. I’d been sick, secretly sick, sneakily sick, doing That Thing I Do, where I hide all of my symptoms as though they are some Top Secret government project. I am good at secrets. I’d been losing the strength in the left…