I did it yesterday. I feel all emotional now because I can't tell how the injection site is going to turn out. The doctor is very smart and willing to listen, but the nurses—while friendly—weren't that attentive or well trained. They totally butchered another lady in the infusion room, pricking her 7 or 8 times and finally hooking the IV to her big toe. When she got to me, I had to insist that she stop moving the needle around and try again on a new site. Anway, now IV site is pink and tender, which alarms me. I'm afraid that the iron infiltrated and I'll end up with a huge brown splotch on my arm. I won't know until a few weeks from now. Luckily, it's on the underside of my forearm but that's still not great dependin
Vent ahead: I have no right to feel bitter, but I do. Anemia isn't a huge problem, and I'm lucky that's all I have (besides insomnia and the rest). I hate that my well being depends on nurses and on my ability to tear them away from their phones to check to my IV. I'm so alone already and I suffer from bad insomnia (despite sleep meds). And now this bs on top of it. Lots of people my age have no medical issues at all.