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.'
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We missed you at the halloween party! Your husband walked in and said, "This is my wife dressed up as my mother." It was funny. And he brought eyeball soup, which was good. Hopefully the time has been passing by quickly.
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