Today is another infusion day. I am sitting at my desk as we speak, feeling the anxiety approaching. What if they can’t find a good vein? How many times will I be pricked? It took 3 tries, last time. Not the nurses fault – my veins suck. “ I hate bruises” * in a childlike voice* I feel like a sponge. Prick, prick , prick… “Hide your skin!! Hide your veins!! They’re coming for your blood”. I’d wish they’d come take the fat.
Enjoy your weekend. Do something that makes you smile!!!