Today was my IVig day. I hate this day. And, it just keeps showing up. Every 28 days. Usually, I sleep. Today - it was not meant to be. The IV clinic is set up in one large room with individual chairs that recline and iv poles. The nurses station is kind of in the middle. I know the nurses very well because I have been going there so long, so it is very comfortable. The IV meds make me very dopey. I guess I started having some weird nightmare and the nurse woke me up. The people that were in there first getting meds (most infusions last 2 to 3 hours) were talking about their snot. Oh, gads. I automatically thought I was going to hurl. I guess I dozed off.
I woke up to the man next to me. I think he was let out of the hospital too soon and they put him as an outpatient for IVig. He has a very complicated, reversible, and horrid neurological problem. Anyhow, he was really loud. He was paralyzed. He shouted on his phone and at the nurses. Then, by golly, he asked if he could have a urinal. Which he missed. This is not the normal way things go at the IV clinic. I almost hurled.
He is all alone. His sister-in-law (don't know where the wife is) came with her sister and helped him into the wheelchair and stuff to go home. They talked to me and were very nice. She said my chicken salad looked great, but she can only afford to make it with turkey after Christmas. I almost hurled.
I finally got done and left, then had to pull over. I hurled.
I picked my kids up from the cousins/grandparents house. They were all very loud which is very bad for my migraine. I managed to get them into the car. Boy#3 fell on his bottom which hurt his recently operated on peepee. Boys# 1&2 got into a fist fight over the front seat. I started crying. I turned on the radio and Edie Brickell was playing.
And I quit I give up, nothing's good enough for anybody else,
It seems
And being alone is the best way to be
When I'm by myself, it's the best way to be
When I'm all alone, it's the best way to be
When I'm by myself, nobody else can say
Me, I'm a part of your circle of friends
And we notice you don't come around
So, I wiped my own snot and laughed and drove on home. Funny funny funny irony radio.
Then, they locked me out of the house before I could get inside. I peed myself. I laughed again. Oh, HO. Don't go throwing stones when you live in a glass house, CrazyMommy. You could have used one of those urinals.
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