Tomorrow I leave again for the next set of infusions.
I'll let you in on a secret. I don't want to go.
I don't want to be cold for 2 weeks plus. I don't want the nasty rash. I don't want to feel like crap for the first week. And mostly, MOSTLY, I don't want to leave my family. I miss them already. And frankly, it's a little dull up there.
Morning - labs, infusion, while I read or whatever. Afternoons and evenings, seeing people, shopping, hanging out. It sounds fun. And it is. For the first week.
See, last time, I thought 2 weeks would be doable. And now I know. A weekend away from your family - good. 2 weeks - too long.
My husband says it'll be better - it'll seem shorter since I've done it before. He says it'll go by quickly, and the family and friends I'll catch up with will help me deal. He's nice. A bit delusional, but nice.
Of course, I have a choice, and I'm choosing to go. Because nothing would make me happier than saying "Remeber 2009? That was the year I was diabetic."
In conclusion, obviously I like to start sentences with the word 'and.'