Special Gluteal Access…

My wonderful, kind, and patient nurse was granted special access to my derrière this morning. Yes, it was time for that injection that chases the crazies away. Dr. Kamath’s office was closed so Rebecca met Dad and I at the pharmacy so she could give me my injection. “It felt rough going in,” Rebecca told me alarmed. “Did it hurt?” “It just stung a little, but nothing like I have experienced in the past,” I replied. I bled a little today and Rebecca had some gauze at the ready along with a Band-Aid.  We never know when that will happen. Dad paid Rebecca fifty dollars as she was leaving. She tried to get out of receiving such money, but my father was very insistent. “Have a great Thanksgiving,” he said and I echoed his words.

Source: The 4th Avenue Blues - November 27, 2013 Category: Mental Illness Authors: Andrew Quixote Source Type: blogs