I had my husband drop me off for my infusion this morning. It went well. I met some new-to-me staff, Kelsey who is a nurse and the clinic manager and Lyndsey, who is also a nurse. Kelsey started my IV and I swear I didn’t even feel it going in. She must be a witch. A good witch, of course.

My ride home was a whole other thing. Per the usual. Spec-tran was really late picking me up, I think 45 minutes from the start of my pickup window (11:29-11:44) and the driver was so apologetic. She said they were really short-staffed, and they kept adding pickups to her manifest. So she had one drop off north of my infusion center, two pickups to the west to be dropped off closer to my house, which was south (like, way south). It was a lot of riding around, getting a thorough tour of the area but eventually it was my turn! I was home at 1 pm. The driver said it was an hour after I was supposed to be dropped off, and she thanked me for being so patient about the whole thing. I knew it was out of her control and I honestly wasn’t mad, just hungry.

When I got home I heated up some leftovers (working on cleaning out the fridge without wasting) and sat to listen to a podcast while I ate. It’s been a tiring day, but it’s also sunny and 65 degrees so I can’t seem to muster any frustration about it all. Just happy to not be in pain from the cold. My body is so relieved to be feeling warmth all the way through (and not in a perimenopause hot flash kind of way). I’m eager to return to regular outdoor running, for real!