So, it’s infusion day again. I only have to wait three more hours. I’ve been counting hours all night long… since about Thursday… And here it is, infusion day!!!
I’m five weeks out from my last infusion again. I hate when something prevents me from hitting the four week marks. This time it was very much worth it, but the last few days have been very very trying, none the less.
I went to Las Vegas to Collaborate 16 (think 3000 Oracle users in one form or another… geeks… functionals… vendors) trapped in an incredibly over priced hotel for five days. It was interesting. It was VERY educational. It was kind of long (I walked no less than 12000 steps every day of the conference… and took yoga three consecutive mornings for free… ). Would have been a nice early birthday present to get one of the really cool toys the vendors were giving away, but hey… I walked away with some interesting tech toys anyway.
I got home on Friday and we went to the Cincinnati Zoo and Kings Island on Saturday. Bear wanted to run away and spend a few hours just walking around alone (with like a billion other people with similar ideas) in the gorgeous 80 degree weather. It was gorgeous, and very fun, but I really probably could have waited for a few days to undertake the extra activity.
But here I am, today, thinking that right now I could cheerfully chew my feet off about 6 inches above my ankles and my hands off at the elbows. I’m SO ready for my infusion today.
Mornings like this (after sleep being incredibly elusive) are hard. For me, it is fingers tingling and aching with the inability to hold things well (like spoons, pens, the steering wheel) and my feet feeling like they are made of cast iron (heavy, unbendable, tingly and achy). I can always start to feel it when I’m coming up on FOUR weeks. Five weeks and I’m really tying knots in my own rope to try to hang on… and making a concerted effort to actually breathe.
Typing is never a good thing at this point… but when you are in IT, it is a necessary evil.
I think the worst part, though, is how short tempered and cranky feeling like this makes me. It makes me horrible to be around because all I really want to do is curl into a position that hurts less and not move. This can make meetings a challenge and small talk even more so.
So I paint on my smile, consume copious amounts of coffee laced at regular intervals with Napproxen and keep on keeping on.
Today will definitely be a good thing.
So, this morning it is black coffee, working from home, and trotting to the doctor to get my fix. Post appointment, I will be working from my wonderful front porch.
By the weekend, I should be feeling almost human again… which is good because I’m working on upgrades on Sunday and need to be feeling almost human.
Love and Light