CD15: IVIg

I'm exhausted from getting up early to see Dr. Moustache. Drove all the way to his office, 50 miles away (?), and I get there and the nurse says to me, "We don't know why you're here today." I handed her my appointment card with today's date and 9:00AM clearly written on it, to which she says, "Who gave you this?" Me: "The girl at the front desk". They apologized profusely, lots of head shaking, disbelief, and I was on my way back home.

Long drive. And damn was I tired.

Mom and I stopped for a quick breakfast in Los Gatos, cruized the "Happy Dragon" thriftstore where I scored a Ralph Lauren valence for my bedroom for 3 bucks, a pair of black Donna Karan slacks for 6 bucks, and made it to my IVIg appointment with mere seconds to spare.

They pumped 30 grams of IgG into my body today. Ick, ick, ick. It grosses me out when I think of IgG and how it's processed. Pooled human serum ought to say it all. God I hope that insurance covers at least the 60% that they swear they will pay.

Transfer is in 4 more days. It seems SO FAR away. I am nervous about waiting til CD19 to put them in, but I've been amply reassured that all is on schedule.

I'm going to be fit to be tied come Monday.