Much better

Today was a much better day. It didn’t start off that way but ended just fine. I woke up to my ringing phone telling me I was supposed to be at the clinic at 9:00 instead of 1:00. I looked at my phone. It was 9:30. I jumped out of bed, threw on clothes, called Uber, went downstairs to wait. Our Uber driver picked us up, drove away. We said Elizabeth, checked his tag, everything was fine. He said LAX, right? We said no. He put us out, we had to walk back to the hotel (really hard for me) and call another Uber driver. I thought oh boy, this is going to be a great day. We finally got to the clinic and the little nurse Kyla, hit my vein on the first try! And she had been the one afraid to touch me! Hallelujah!!

Everything went smoothly until that idiot Dr Robert Rey got there. Dr 90210 is a complete ass! He is loud and thinks the world revolves around him. He was on a FaceTime call with a patient and walked into the middle of our “serene” penthouse and was yelling and laughing so loud everyone was staring at him which I guess is what he was striving for. I took it as long as I could and at the moment I got nauseous from my medicine, I walked up to his nurse and said this is supposed to be a serene and relaxing setting. Can you tell him to shut up? I thought her well done chin was going to hit the floor but she told him to tone it down. Later I went to the bathroom and he was standing on one side of the small hall, leaning back with his feet stuck out. Some woman was standing opposite him in the same position. I politely said excuse me and neither moved. I YELLED EXCUSE ME and ran over their feet with my pole. He looked stunned. I laughed. 😂🤣 All the nurses were giggling. When my IVs were finished I got my thirteen shots, eight in my chest, four along my spine and called Uber. The guy actually took off with H screaming she’s not in the car yet!! It could have been bad cause I was half in and half out, but he turned out to be a great guy and we laughed about it.

Our hotel is crawling with Latino bands! I’m sure I’m supposed to know some of them, but I’m really to tired to care. I’m in my room now, suffering through the World Series for my hubby.

Tomorrow is my big stem cell day. I’m excited and nervous. I get one more IV Friday and twenty six more shots, oh and the hyperbaric chamber, then I get to come home for my six months of quarantine.

They did leave in my IV so they won’t have to stick me again. Yaaa!