Infusion rant
Hi there, So, I have come to realize that I am fighting a loosing battle. No I'm not talking about with my disease (that's a whole other story). I'm talking about my infusions themselves. Okay, okay, so not the entire infusion is a lost battle but let me take you on a little trip that happens to be my infusions. First things first, this is an IV, well part of it anyway. This is what gets to be my little buddy, my pal, my BFEEW (for those who are not familiar, that means "best friend every eight weeks"). There are two bags with tubes that are run through the box shaped machine and are combined into one tube that is attached to my vein. That box-shaped machine beeps extremely obnoxiously in my ear every 15 minutes to remind my nurse to check my vitals. One of the bags is my lovely life-in-a-bag, my Remicade. And the other is the saline. And this, my friends, is where my loosing battle is. One fourth Benadryl, that makes me sleepy, one fourth t...