Every few months, I have to go into the hemotologist for iron infusions to keep my anemia under control. It's a very rough course for me. I'm allergic, so I get iron with a side of benadryl and steroids.
I'm really tired and achy right now. On infusion days, I try to work half a day. I managed to do that, but I forgot to take my morning meds, so I wasn't feeling too well. My heart rate was off, and just felt a wreck. It was a hard work half-day too because my boss gave me a kind of big project that I couldn't finish before I left. He's probably not too happy about that.
Then when I got to the infusion center, I had a problem with the nurse finding a good vein. I always have that problem, but it's been worse.
Once the treatment was over, I didn't have a way home. Geoff couldn't pick me up because he had a meeting. That frustrates me because I sent him my infusion schedule last week. I hate getting infusions. I never feel so alone as I do when I get infusions. I feel weak and tired, and there's no one there to help me. Today, I called a cab, $60 and an hour and a half later, I was home. Next week should be better. My friend Melinda said she'd be able to pick me up. I appreciate her. She's really sweet and considerate.