Two down, 17 more to go

I now have two infusions under my belt, and I've learned a few things so far.
I still get myself way worked up over stuff than I need to.  Nothing like a panic attack in the waiting room to teach you that.  My experiences with IV's have not been that great, since I've got small, hard to work with veins.  The tears started flowing as I was waiting to make the left turn into the hospital parking lot, and my heart started racing after I registered in the waiting room.  I explained to the medical assistant taking my blood pressure that I was mid panic attack so if my numbers were nuts that's why.  My heart rate was 185!  Alas, the IV they use is not the catheter that has to be threaded into your vein, it was just like a blood draw needle that they tape down.  Not bad at all.

Disgruntled nurses leave bruises.  Talk about unprofessional.  The one guy who wasn't helping me, well, it was his last day and he couldn't stop gloating.  The nurse who was in charge of my care kept saying how he was leaving but hadn't found a place to go yet.  He was nice enough, but he somehow left a golf ball sized bruise on my arm where the IV went in.  Last week's nurse left no bruise because she actually cared about what she was doing.  Ugh.

I was giving my editor crap since I was writing in the chair (by choice) so she asked me a to send her a picture she could use to "motivate" other writers. ; )

 I should really take a nap during one of the four hours.  Since there's always a chance Lucy could nap during the time I'm in the chair, I should take the opportunity to get some rest.   I used a great portion of my time Friday finishing a story just in case I felt like death the following day, which I'm glad I did, but Lucy slept while she was being babysat so I didn't get a nap that day!!

Holy crap, I have four hours to myself!!  I know I should nap, but I get overloaded with fun things I could be doing baby free.  I watched six episodes of Gilmore Girls and read five magazines the first day.  Perhaps I should bring in my yarn and crochet needles and actually hand make Christmas presents this year.

All in all, I've tolerated the infusions pretty well so far.  I got a nasty all-day headache the day after the first session, but at my dad's suggestion I drank Gatorade the day of and after this week and felt fine the next day.  This whole situation isn't actually as bad as I built it up in my head to be.  Just 17 more to go!!