Is kind of like waiting for Godot, only without the bus stop benches i have seen in many productions. My stop is on 5th right in front of the Pickwick Hotel and co exists with Muni 27. There is a line up along the wall not quite those just waiting for mug shots. At this time in morning most are staff; at least i am assuming so since I am now starting to recognize faces. To be noted, Bauer never came. It is 1 Feb and the contract changed resulting in a crowded bus and disgruntled people. I am not taking this as an omen.
My mood is better now than it was in those dark desperation hours of pre-dawn when you can only focus on the monsters. Waking with a migraine just put the icing on the cake. Crawling out of bed and avoiding all the traps lying in wait for my bare feet, I managed to find and take my meds. I crawled back in bed comforted by the knowledge that I still had three hours before my alarm was due to shriek.
All I can say about today was that there was a lot of IV fluids involved with getting this particular regime, especially when you run in a couple of extra bags to insure adequate hydration. I spent most of the day either chatting or knitting
in the six hours it took to get everything in. And run to the loo. Can’t forget that side effect of fluids. And the dance with the IV pole (unplug, wrap cord, get out from between chairs, waltz across the floor, pop over the sill – then deal with the reserve on the way back to my lounger) interrupted me on an increasingly frequent basis. George rescued me at the end and took me home.
Now, I am no longer looking at this as a nightmare? I have decided it will be a new adventure. My life will be different than before. Perhaps a bit more like sky diving where, once you have committed yourself, it is a bit late to say you have changed your mind as you are falling away from the plane.. But I have confidence in the parachute provided by SFVA the nursing staff, family, and friends.