Stick Me Baby

This morning did not start out the way I intended.

My appointment at the Blood and Cancer Center was slated for bright and early at 8am. M. was planning to come with me to hold my hand, and Miss O. was heading to daycare, since children aren't really welcome there. I thought I had it all planned out, and then we ALL slept in. As I rolled out of bed, I looked at the clock and couldn't believe my eyes. It was 7:30, and we were all still in bed. Oops.

Somehow, we managed to only be about 5 minutes late for my appointment. First up, getting weighed. Yeah, add some more insult to injury. Then blood work, my goodness, I'm really starting to feel like a pincushion. Like most busy medical offices, I finally saw a doctor after about an hour. I had to meet with one of the doctors, before they would administer the methotrexate. Dr. G. was a kind, older man with an accent. He kept asking me if I was sure that I had 5 previous pregnancies and losses. Oddly, I never cried. It was almost like I've run out of tears. After much discussion, he set out to do a quick physical. M. and I had a hard time not laughing when he pulled out a flashlight, the kind you would find in a toolbox, and shined it in my eyes. He then told me to follow the light with my eyes. How could you not, I thought. Then he asked to see my teeth? Eh, at least he was kind.

From there, I was moved to the chemo room, where I was given an oral pill to help with nausea, as the nurse got the 2 shots ready. One for each hip. Equal opportunity, I suppose. Ouch, they stung more than I remembered. And that was it. All that buildup for 2 shots.

I've spent the majority of the afternoon on my couch with the heating pad, trying to stave off the stiffness and ache I feel creeping in. I'm drinking lots of fluids, as suggested, and catching up on what's on my DVR.

Now we wait.