It's 6:00 in the morning and I am in the d-bed letting Buzzy do his thing, and you know what?
I like doing this so early.
(Pause for reaction).
I also like the fact that the techs here seem to have a different technique, because there was zero pain both days, with both needles. I have asked them to please call my home tech, Miss M to tell her what they did differently so I can stop passing out over there.
The quiet of o' dark hundred is also perfect for me. On my normal days, I seem to wake up to noise and chaos, and then I drive to the treatment center through traffic and then wait in a loud lobby and enter a crazy loud and chaotic pod.
Who knew? Apparently my tiny little brain needs quiet.
Maybe it's a matter of age...maybe this whole being a patient thing...or maybe it's just world circumstances at the moment. All I know is that sometimes the screaming in my brain is enough to drive me nuts.
So in the interest of keeping me sane, methinks I might try to consciously uncouple from noise for a bit. Unpug, de-escalate, and breathe.
Dearies, if you would, please say a little prayer for my friend Alan. He passed away yesterday after a fifteen year battle with MS. Alan was my first love...my first hard crush. He was the big brother of my best friend, Valerie, and I spent my entire youth batting eyelashes at him. He was handsome and funny and sweet and...completely not interested in the dopey, moony-eyed chubby girl who practically lived at his house. We did become friends later in life, and I am happy to report that I was able to tease him that I was the girl he should have married.
I hope your day is everything you want it to be...quiet and happy or crazy and full of fun. Do whatever blows your skirt up and come tell me all about it!