I look forward to infusion day. I usually just like knowing that the aches will soon be gone. In the warmer months I enjoy working from home from the front porch. It’s truly productive and peaceful.
Today is a bad Infusion day. After being stuck 7 times they finally caught a vein and I’m taped up and ready to go.
I’m ready to puke, too. Being stuck doesn’t usually bother me. It’s a pinch. It’s a trade off. Today, not so much. Today I’m fighting off tears. And to make it worse, it’s positional, so I’m kind of stuck with just my left hand.
I’m so ready to go home… I want to start a fire in the chiminea and wrap myself in my shawl and rest. It’s been a long time since an infusion has been this impactful.
I really hope it’s not an omen.
Love and Light